This is what he sees when he has to drive the huge barge through one of the lift bridges along a busy bayou. Like trying to drive a camel through the eye of a needle in a haystack, especially on a windy day. (I like that one.)





And what if he meets another barge coming toward him? Think there's room? It's very shallow along those banks.
What a beautiful yard along the bayou. Those are buzzards sitting there watching 'us' go by.