This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 25-year-old bookmark and can proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).
Today’s travel notes
Me and the TC spent a couple of days in New Orleans this week. One morning we braved the thunder storms and the warnings of flash flooding, to go on the Honey Island Swamp Tour with Cajun Encounters.
My impressions? Trees, trees’ knees, reflections of trees, and hidden danger.
The book I’m in
Wool, by Hugh Howey.
In my last post, I recommended that you watch out for people who don’t blink, as they may not be what they seem. Now this worm can inform you that alligators do blink, so you can trust that they are what they seem.
Me, your intrepid travelling worm, about to set out on the swamp tour:
At the start of the tour we were on a wide river with swampy banks on each side:
This vertical-lift bridge is in working order. The entire bridge, including the house in the middle, rises up the towers to let higher craft pass underneath. Our boat captain said you need to call about four hours beforehand if you want the bridge to lift:
Water lilies on the river bank:
Witch’s hair lichen drapes the trees:
Are those all lily pads amongst the trees? The powerful zoom on the TC’s camera reveals a usurper:
A snake coils comfortably on a tree trunk. I’m not sure what type of snake it is. Maybe a Copperhead:
Reflections of trees wobble in the boat’s wake:
Another quiet scene of lilly pads, trees and reflections. The TC is fond of such scenes:
All is quiet, nothing stirs:
Yet danger lurks ever close by. Here, in the bank next to the boat, a Cottonmouth rests:
Locals build their houses safely above flood level:
Right next door, someone thinks the safe level is even higher. A reaction to the devastation of Hurricane Katrina, our guide informs us:
Alligators smile on a log:
Do alligators like marshmallows? Watch this video to find out:
That’s all for today, dudes.