Spanish Moss

One of the things I loved most about growing-up in Southern Louisiana was the Spanish Moss. Spanish Moss to me was like sticks to Sam. While the stuff is well-known for being an incredible resource to the early Cajuns; it was also a great tool for childhood imagination. It could be bush cover for G.I. Joe or a tentacled blob-monster fighting He-Man or a Smurf dwelling or put at the end of a stick for a "flameless torch" or just something to make a mustache, mask or wig quickly. Here are a few pics from a stroll we took around my dad and Liz's pond where you can see the joy of Spanish Moss.

I am explaining what is great about Spanish Moss. Fortunately, we went on a Swamp Tour and had a guide give a much more thorough (and accurate) explanation.

Sam figured out the wig thing with no problem.

It makes for the perfect "Southern backdrop."

People would ask, "Did you go to school in a pirogue?" No. "Did you have to shoo gators from your front steps?" No. "Was every tree covered with tons of Spanish Moss?" Well .. yeah, pretty much.

Sam declared this "the best tree he had ever seen."

I'll get blog posts up about the trip slowly but surely. I will put up the outside activities first, since we don't have photoshop to lighten up some of the inside images yet. However, I will take this opportunity to thank Dad and Liz for being INCREDIBLE hosts to Mary, Sam and me for the entire trip (well of course who knows how long this trip will actually be!) We greatly appreciate the roof over our head, the treadmill for Sam, the pond walking, the food both in the house and at the restaurants, the activities (which will be appearing up here surely) and of course the visiting. Thanks so much!

Lastly, congratulations to this blog - post #400. Congratulations to you the reader, if you actually hung around this long.