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On Nov. 20, 1980, Leonce Viator Jr. went fishing with his nephew on Louisiana's Lake Peigneur. He might have noted two worrisome things: Below the lake was a salt mine, and above it was a drilling rig.
The drill punctured the mine's roof, and the resulting whirlpool devoured two oil rigs, 11 barges, a tugboat, a loading dock, "assorted greenhouses," a house trailer, several tractors, countless trees, and most of the Live Oak Botanic Gardens. Amazingly, the water drained so quickly that Viator's 14-foot aluminum boat was stuck in the mud at the lake's bottom, and the pair were able to walk away.
No one was killed, but Lake Peigneur is now saltwater.
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Backpacking season is long gone, and ski season has started. A and I have gotten a couple of days in, one at A-Basin and one at Breckenridge. The snow was pretty decent, especially compared to last year.
My parents came out to Colorado for a few days, and we knocked about the mountains a bit with them. We managed to get Dad to the Columbine Lounge; his new favorite steak house.
I'm in Atlanta for Thanksgiving, which is warm and quiet, compared to the standard Minnesota Thanksgiving. A and I are headed back to Minnesota for Christmas, which should be fun. I was lucky enough to ask for the days off early enough to get them.
Had a fantastic trip at Chris and Sophia's wedding. The wedding was fun, as was the bar tour of wonderful downtown Juneau. The bachelor party was on a salmon fishing charter, where we caught 19 fish and kept 5 cohos.
After the wedding, I tacked on an extra week to go sea kayaking with a couple of the groomsmen. We tagged along with a tour boat to get dropped off at the end of Tracy Arm in front of the South Sawyer Glacier. The glacier calved huge a few times, dropping off house-sized chunks of ice and sounding like thunder. We camped on Sawyer Island overnight, and then the next day visited Sawyer Glacier and went back to South Sawyer. We hiked up to a rocky campsite that overlooked the face of the glacier, and watched the glacier calve during cocktail hour and dinner. The next morning I woke up early and moved my sleeping bag and pad outside to doze and watch the glacier. The next night we camped along a gorgeous little gorge just above a class V rapid. That camp was complete with bear shit and claw markings on a rock. Our weather was gorgeous; we probably caught the best string of 4 days the area will see, with bluebird days and 75 degree temps. It rained on our last day, and we realized that the trip would have been a lot different if it would have rained every day as we had expected. We spent the last couple of days paddling out of the arm, but only ended up paddling 4 hours a day or so at most. One day it was so warm that we found a waterfall that formed a slip and slide into the ocean.