Part of the restoration effort has returned rivers in the region to their natural meandering channels, instead of straight irrigation canals, which provides critical wintering water for mallards and other waterfowl. It also conserves fish, deer and many other types of flora and fauna, some unique to a bayou habitat.
“Any alligators?” I asked Jeff as our group of six launched our kayaks at the Benson Creek put-in.
“Maybe,” he replied. “We’re at the northern end of their range.”
The thought of coming face to face with an alligator gave me pause, but I dug my paddle into the opaque, glassy water any way, gulping down my anxiety.
I soon forgot about ‘gators as we headed into a maze of giant trees that grew from the water. In a bayou, water trails are like hiking trails but without an obvious trail to follow. Only small blue markers pointed the way. I could hear woodpeckers, tapping here and there as our kayaks headed deeper and deeper into the forest. I wondered if any of them might be the elusive ivory-billed one.
The trees towered above us like Gothic pillars. Green light tinged the muggy air, filtering down from the impenetrable canopy. A cacophony of songbirds serenaded us from unseen perches. The place felt prehistoric, like a pterodactyl might swoop down at any moment.
I spotted a fishing spider, the size of my hand, clinging to a tree trunk while hugging its prey to death. A few minutes later, a cottonmouth snake swam up to my boat.
Indeed not. There was not a speck of dry ground anywhere, only a few “cypress knees” that poked above the cloudy water around each of the huge, old trees. The knees helped buttress the trees in the soft, soaked, unseen substrate.
As our paddles swished rhythmically left and right on our return journey to the put-in, I marveled at my surroundings. What a unique place to kayak! “At places like Bayou DeView, we’re using recreation as a way to talk about conservation,” said Porter, “We want people to get to know nature.”