So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I's lucky to be employed
Working for while on a fishing boat
Right outside of Delacroix
Tangled up in Blue
Years ago my friend and crewmate on White Pepper, Tom Woods, felt that Bob Dylan's "Tangled Up in Blue" was his anthem. By the time we drifted apart I must have listened to the song one hundred times, at least. I wondered what "tangled up in blue" meant, but more so I always wondered where was Delacroix?
Delacroix is a fishing camp 38 miles south of New Orleans in the heart of the Mississippi River delta. Just follow state highway 38 to 46, then take 300 until it runs out.
She was working in a topless joint
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at the sight of her face
In the spotlight so clear
Delacroix is an exotic place in the middle of a watery wilderness. It consists only of boat docks, fishing charters and fishing camps. There is no topless joint and no bar. There is not even a convenience store. There were several dorm like structures on huge stilts.
There is no evidence that Bob Dylan ever visited Delacroix, but Jan and I enjoyed our visit. And is was a pleasant drive. Along the way we drove over the N. Claiborne St. Bridge which was the cause of White Pepper's worse day ever as chronicled in a previous post.
In New Orleans who do you meet? Musicians! We were so fortunate to meet the crew of Ms. B., an Islander 36. Young Capt. Joel and mate Anna are new to sailing. They seemed happy enough to hang out with two grizzled sailors. Joel with his friend Amin took us sailing on Lake Pontchartrain on a beautiful Sunday. I made a few suggestions about the Ms. B. In return Joel and Amin took out their instruments and jammed while I steered. It was great!