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I was going to post something about Dauphin Island, how much it sucks and why, but then I got to thinking about how much better the worst day on Dauphin Island was than my former life and I deleted it all. Let's just say I wasn't a fan of Dauphin Island and I felt about a million times better watching it disappear in my rear view mirror. 

In fact, truth be told, if I never set foot in Alabama again it'll be too soon. Again, it's not *that* bad, but I'd just as soon be elsewhere. And now that I'm in the lovely state of Mississippi I've mellowed a bit and no longer feel like getting into what sucks about Alabama. Onward and upward.

We were tired of long drives -- and too us long is about four hours -- so we decided to do just an hour or so down the coast, back to Gulf Islands National Seashore, but this time to the Davis Bayou section. We were really just planning to stay two nights and then move on to New Orleans, but then we found it agreed with us, so we booked a few more nights and wound up spending a week.

There is something very relaxing about marshes, or bayous if you will, 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 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.