False River . . .

As we left Sunday, March 4th, it was as usual a mild day. But what was notable was that the river, the lake, was like a piece of glass. Not even the ducks were out, it was cool and kept them quite. The fishing rodeo Saturday was a one day affair, so the boaters were not out. That is getting rare now days. The lake is surrounded by "camps" some of which are lavish homes, some are ramshackle put together affairs on rented land used by weekenders, not locals.

The weekenders were not out either. It was predicted to be at freezing early AM but in reality it was around 45 to 50 degrees when we left at about 9:30 or so. So the lake stayed calm, just to airish for the boaters to be out and stirring up the place. Even the Purple Martins had not risen. So it was an idyllic scene. Once could imagine it was back in the 1700s - not. Too many camps lining the edge of the lake to take it back to pristine days.

I took a few pictures. I like to do that, once in a while I get a good one. Well once in a great while I get a good one. The camp grounds looked good and the Bill's Cypress trees standout. You can even find the place using Google Earth by those trees. I am sure if not cut back, they will last another 100 years and some one will marvel at them and wonder about them. Who planted those trees in such an orderly fashion? The answer is Wilmark "Bill" Gremillion.

We had a good time out at Angeles Plantation at the business meeting. Well it really is a Morrison family meeting. A lot of the folks showing up do not have a financial interest but they are family and are always welcome.

We stripped the beds, bringing our linen back to be washed and prepared for the next visit. We emptyed the trash, did a small amount of clean up, folded the afghans and turned off the lights. Yep, we locked up on our way out leaving the camp ready for the next family user. We drove off our usual route up through Marksville to Alexandria and on home.