The oranges and yellows of sunset are giving way to the purple sky that precedes the stars. Our fire crackles to life. Though the days have been much warmer the mercury drops when the sun goes down.
From our campsite, perched atop the remnants of a sand dune, the river seems as wild and remote as ever. The sharp bend hides the frieghters from Hong Kong and Panama. The thick stand of willows hides the levee and town. The darkness and light breeze hide the haze from the refineries and chemical plants.
We share the river with more and more commercial traffic and effluent as we approach New Orleans. Blue herons and raptors watch us all from atop stationary cottonwoods and massive pieces of floating driftwood.
Each bend brings us closer to the gulf