by waaytoomuchintothis » Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:22 pm
If I had the resources to do it, I'd take you to the ancient swamps (trendy people say "wetlands"), where I fell in love with pelicans, gators, Cajuns, and deeeep swamp Cajuns (waaay out there). They only exist in the Gulf Coast areas of Mississippi and Louisiana, much more in Louisiana than Miss. There are places I could take you to, off Bayou Teche, way back in, away from the Atchafalaya River where the Spanish moss on the trees is older than America, and the cypress reach all the way to the sky. Islands with mysterious names like Désespoir (Dispair), Soir (Evening), and Tête Afrique (African Head) that don't even show up on maps, all beautiful, each with a story.
But Virginia doesn't have that kind of spectacular stuff. Here in the Tidewater, where the Swamp Fox ran roughshod over the British in the Revolution, the swamps are completely different. Totally different in every way.