February 7, 2006
Made these today with a gps to help find streets.
Strand->
Surf->
Tampico->
Taos->
Tecumpseh->
Tierra->
Tonty or
Tovar->
Treasure->
Tristan->
Vaca->
Vargas->
From Vargas looking west->
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Katrina made landfall on August 29, 2005
Sept. 1, 2005

October 8, 2005
Ft. Misery - Police checkpoint
This facility was built by police officers manning the
checkpoint on road leading into blast zone. NO PIECE OF LUMBER OR METAL WAS CUT
IN THE BUILDING OF THIS STRUCTURE. IT WAS BUILT OF HURRICANE DEBRIS JUST AS IT
WAS FOUND AND SCROUNGED. THE OUTPOST HAS A FULL FLOOR WITH 2X8 FLOOR JOISTS,
WHICH IS A SOLID PIECE RECOVERED INTACT AND NO NAILS HAD TO BE DRIVEN IN THE
WHOLE FLOORING.

October 9, 2005
We took a walking trek to the west end of D.I.
from the fence all the way to the end. It was a short walk.
We parked in the shade of the last house closest to the fence,
this is looking back east->
Towns water main line running out to the end of the road on
the last side street on the gulf. Little iron bars were guy wire anchors for
power poles->
Looking toward the sound side from the gulf side at the last
houses to the west->
Looking west from the fence, police are patrolling with
4-wheelers->
Walking from gulf side to sound side past the fence->
Near the north beach looking out into the sound->
Looking back to the east->
Fording the first cut-through from gulf to sound->
Looking north into the sound->
Fording second cut-through,, Markbob fears the one-eyed snake
could drown, and Marilyn said Willie
Nelsons beard got wet->
Gazillion birds on the sound side beach->
Pip(rip) gets them birds moving->
Rudy (pooty) wonders what all the excitement is about->
Brazilians of birds->
Looking into the gulf from a cut-through->
Birds taking flight on the gulf side->
Here is the west tip of D.I. with the remainder on the horizon
to the west->
Sound side at the far west tip->
From the far west tip looking back to the east, toward the
fence->
Again, the western segment of D.I. west of the cut-through->
Heading back, Gulf side with Markbob, Rip & Pooty->
Looking toward the gulf. Water is beautiful->
Back at the fence line looking toward the gulf->
Walking east on the gulf beach->
All of these sewar manholes are the ends of the side streets
leading to the gulf->
Marilyn right, Carrolbob left, and Rip & Pooty->
Brand spanking new house damaged by Katrina before the
sheetrock was even painted inside and
window stickers were removed->
Many houses missing, just a forest of pilings->
Remains of Bienville looking toward the fence at the west
end->
Out on the beach on the north beach looking back east->
On the north beach looking south toward the end of a north
beach pier->
I was there when they drug the drilling rig off
the beach. This was about the coolest thing I have watched since Linda Lovelace
got her problem diagnosed.
Crew boat dragging heavy line out to huge tug->
Second tug getting into position and two pumps emptying the bowls of the
drilling rig in prep for floating her->
Second tug getting in position->
Crew boat taking second tow line to second tug->
Two tugs hooked up and rig is being pumped dry in hopes of her
floating->
Crew boat pouring on the power and heading away and onto her
next job, she is finished here->
Tugs maintaining a steady pull while tides comes in and rig is
being pumped out so she will float->
Now watch closely. Notice the pole under the copter landing
pad on the right side. It appears to be a pole that angles from upper right
chopper landing pad to lower left deck area of the rig. This is an anchor rope->
Here you see the anchor rope as the rig starts to move off to
the southeast->
Lots of strain on that anchor, and the tugs are not even
churning water->
Note the small item floating near where the rope enters the
water->
BANG, rope snaps, and rig moves off slowly, and a buoy appears
to mark the site of the anchor for later
removal.->

I was actually looking directly at the rope when it snapped.
It looked like a rubber band snapping and really splashed the water with the
recoil.
We bid farewell to the Ocean Warwick. She is heading to a
shipyard for repairs, and hopefully, we will not see her again.
