The HorrorPart 2
"Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, sluggish. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. The long stretches of the waterway ran on, deserted, into the gloom..."
While I wanted my turn to see a minor government bureaucrat I struck up a conversation with another petitioner. Somehow the subject of the outdoors came up and I inquired as to his knowledge of anyone who had explored the swamps of Louisiana. His reply both intrigued and incited forboding:
We went on a little while before his name was called. Neither one of us could convince the other although I felt his concern for my safety was genuine. As I talked to people about my plans opinions ranged from curiosity on why would a person want to go somewhere so unpleasant to serious warnings that I would become the latest victim. It wasn't long until we began setting out to see for ourselves what was out there. Paddling into the murky waters down narrow channels, overgrown with cypress. The nameless horrors that my companion had warned me of manifested themselves. In the early morning mists we heard a creature barrelling heedlessly through the vegetation. Peering into the foliage from the boat only afforded a glimpse of a large dark haired creature that disappeared as the swamp returned to lonely solitude. But it wasn't until we had beached the boat and stepped out, only to sink to our knees in fetid mud and rotting foliage, we understood the range of reactions we had received. The unpleasant smells, the army of mosquitoes, the heart stopping appearance of a snake bolting from underfoot, and most importantly the apparently endless expanse of vegetation growing from the shallow water, all different, and yet all deceptively similar inviting us to become hopelessly lost. The swamp doesn't immdiately please the viewer like the desert under sunset. The swamp comes with a host of foul smells; you can't just drive up to an overlook to get a taste of it. To see the beauty here you have to be willing to travel deep into the heart of darkness.
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