Crossing the bridge into Belle River in Pierre Part headed South from Bayou Corne. On the left behind the trees is Graveyard Island, on the right is a big grass covered levee that rises, a slope, up about 60-70 feet. Down on the level of Hwy 70 tucked under green branches across tall grass fields are the places where these river folk stay. Mossy covered trees and modest houses , often times a trailer or a shack assembled with a variety of seemingly found materials plunked down towards the water. Avoca Island Cutoff is the liquid highway for this area. Boats pulled up at the docks of the Belle River stores , familiar greetings at S&D bait as gas cans are filled, cold, cold soda is pulled out of the fridge. The day passes on slowly. Little Tensas Bayou runs high in the levee, above the old river, above the road, above the homes. A viper on the map as it lays towards Morgan City, perhaps languishing as it moves muddy water South. It's a resting beast now, aware of its place above a fragile town on an old river in the old forest of the old bayou. As the ripples and wake play along Belle River shores , fish tales are told, and the sound of old cottage screen doors as they swing closed swim in the summer air. There is a presence behind the slope, over the wall of the levee but I look towards the river as I head on towards the Gulf.