The Demo

About a week and a half ago I was in Yangshou China watching the
cormorant fisherman. It already seems like a world away, but the image
is fresh in my imagination. I'm certain I'll be visiting this scene
often.

We loaded up and turned east out of Baton Rouge. We made it to Slidell
Louisiana before parking on the interstate in a sea of New Orleans
evacuees. Here we sit in a downpour, inching our way eastward. I wish
I was in Yangshou again now, but I'd settle for Pensacola or anywhere
out of the crowd and out of Gustav's path.