OLD FISH, NEW FISH
Don’t let those wind-induced ruffles on its surface fool you: our Bayou St. John doesn’t have a current of its own to speak of. Like all...
LOAFING ROWDIES AND GOOSE RACES
This past New Year’s Eve, there was no shortage of conflict between revelers and police along Bayou St. John. I personally witnessed a...
THE SPANISH FORT AND ITS MANY HATS
In learning recently of a 2013 archaeological dig at the colloquially termed “Spanish Fort” site on Bayou St. John, my fascination with...
A LOVE LETTER TO LAKE PONTCHARTRAIN
Lake Pontchartrain, I’ve underestimated you. Or at least largely ignored you while I’ve lived in New Orleans—and you know what, it’s my...
BONE BEDS AND BACKSWAMP
First of all, I want to thank NolaVie for including my bayou blog posts on their site going forward! I am honored to be presented...
CLAM SHELLS AND WHITE MAN PRATTLE
In a fluid, rockless, ever-shifting landscape—formed by the warring forces of sediment accretion and subsidence—elevation is everything....
BAYOU BIKE RIDE
Over the weekend, my best-adventure-companion Lauren Gauthier and I took a bike ride from the bottom of the bayou to the top. That is,...
