We started off the day at 6:15am in the breakfast room. Unfortunately, and I believe this is Amanda's fault, the night person had taken home the key to the kitchen. Hence we were relegated to a selection of Cheerios, Fruit Loops, and Raisin Bran, milk, and a machine offering selections of a fluid in various forms alleging to be "coffee". It was not. Amanda gave the front desk lady a hard time about the cookies not being in the bin when we had our late night planning session last night. I think the woman took the key home in spite...smiling while jamming to the beat of something loud, and throwing her head back laughing to think of us craving make-your-own-waffles, but finding no purchase. We left the hotel at 6:45am to set out for Lafitte, LA to drop Anthony off to crab hunt. Lafitte was hit hard by the storm surge of Gustav and saw 3+ feet of water in areas. The checkout clerk at the Piggly Wiggly had three feet (of water). I said I was sorry, and she shrugged. Many people here have only just bought new things, scraped the molded sheet rock out, become settled again, and now they are again, in ruin.
Darryl, Anthony's boat ride, was really terrific. He brought us around his property and showed us his boats and pictures of the gators he's tacked over the years. I asked him if it scared him when he had shoot a particularly big gator four times, and he responded, "Not anymore. It used to." He said his eight year old daughter is the most fearless of alligators in the family. I'm not sure is that's good or not. Here's Anthony's recap:
