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| Fireworks at Caddo Lake ArtbyGordon oil on canvas |
Uncertain Texas: a wonderful vacation spot. My youngest son
was two, my oldest thirteen, it was a happy time for our family. We would go to
Beyond the Bayou and we became good friends with the owners.
We enjoyed horseback riding through the woods at sunset, my
youngest loved to ride in the lap of the owner, his eyes wide as he was dwarfed
by the huge saddle clenched tightly in his tiny hands.
I remember the zip line, a high ladder and a curious two
year-old, let’s just say it was frightening. I remember his first catfish and
the smell of the dough balls and canned corn.
The dark black water was a bit intimidating for a new dad
and the catfish were like mysterious creatures magically coming out of the
blackness. I think it might be where he first got his love for fishing
I remember the humid evenings, where I had my first old
fashioned and got to taste black eyed peas one new years eve. I remember being
followed by a flock of geese and assorted ducks, picking cypress seedlings to transplant at home, the dark brown tannins of the pond and the cold refreshing
thermocline at the bottom.
One year we had the privilege to watch the locals set off
fireworks. I think it was the longest display I have ever seen. It was in the
winter and there were plenty of thermoses filled with hot chocolate and we
bundled up in blankets to watch the display.
