Davis Bayou =========== by Scott Gilbertson Monday, 08 May 2017 One thing that we did like about Dauphin Island was the drive there. We're not fans of long drives -- too long for us is about four hours -- and getting to Dauphin Island was just a two hour drive. We decided that was about right so we opted not to drive straight from Dauphin Island to New Orleans. Instead we noticed a little slice of the Gulf Islands National Seashore sitting roughly midway between the two. We pulled into Davis Bayou around mid day and figured we'd spend a night or two and move on, but we wound up spending a week. There is something very relaxing about marshes, or bayous as they call them down here. There's a rhythm to life that lulls and comforts. The tide goes out, the tide goes in. The periwinkles go up the cordgrass, they go back down. If it's sunny the alligators are on the log, if it's not they're in the water. You almost get the feeling that life is predictable. And then you watch a heron wading in the mud, like herons always do, when suddenly it trips and falls face first in the water and you remember that nothing is totally predictable, just rhythmic, one foot in front of the other. Some places are like that, they lull you and keep you longer than you think. It wasn't that there was much to do, there was a nice enough beach that the kids liked because this part of the Gulf is flat like a lake and has a long, shallow shelf so that you can walk out a hundred yards and only be in shin deep water. Annoying for people my size, perfect if you're two. There was also a playground that proved popular, more popular than the beach in fact. Ocean Beach was pretty nice, but like most places these days it had tons of rules signs. Pretty sure if you combined all these rules all you'd be able to do is still perfectly still until you died.