Our treasures
We drove Loca out to the lakefront yesterday morning and walked from one end to the other. There was hardly a soul out there. It has been sparse since Katrina but it was almost dead on such a beautiful day. Loca romped up and down and tried to climb down the slippery algae steps into the lake while pelicans in a group of five sailed by, and coots and cormorants hung out near the shore. In the distance were red spinnakers and sailboats and blue water with light flashes dancing off the surface.
“Wow, this is beautiful!” T said.
You think about the landlocked, those off the bayou, or who don’t drive to the lakefront, the ones uptown – do they know we live in paradise?