Ascent of Bossier Parish High Point on 2017-01-06
|Date:||Friday, January 6, 2017|
|Ascent Type:||Successful Summit Attained|
|Peak:||Bossier Parish High Point|
| Elevation:||470 ft / 143 m|
Ascent Trip ReportBossier Parish High Point, Louisiana.
January 6, 2017.
The Bossier Parish High Point was my first stop on a recent 4 day trip which turned out to be peppered with mediocre bumps. Mediocre, yes, but they still needed to get done and I guess it's always nice to be able to get out, take a more detailed look around at what the U.S is like beyond the 50 State HPs. At least I keep telling myself that.
I landed in Shreveport, got in the rental aiming northward towards Plain Dealing, LA. Once there I hopped on board Spooky Mike's trip report and really I have nothing to add when it comes to his directions that got him, and now me, to our starting point.
The power line right away (I'd call it just a right of way) is distinct enough and gated - the road beyond easy to follow and that I did. I felt a little uneasy leaving my car parked on the side of the road since on the dirt road approach I passed a large bush near a gate, or at least what I thought was a bush! This bush turned out to be an oversized hunter dressed from head to toe in baggy insulated camouflage with a matching camouflage painted ATV to round out the style, the sheek Beverly Hills look he was obviously aiming for.
The walking/riding bush was a bit down the road where Spooky recommends parking, though, and I felt I had time to do my thing. I hopped the gate and jogged up the road making good time, fast and light, sprinting by a hunters blind on stilts en route. Some may ask, why not take your time, slow down, smell the roses? Not my style, I'm here for one thing and one thing only = to take care of business. Besides, there was a weaponized bush on the loose.
Others have remarked on there being a "hunters camp" that you come within eyesight of. This is true and on the day of my visit it's parking lot was loaded with mobility. Trucks, ATVs, you name it. "Hunters Camp" really isn't the word I'd use for it since it's actually a decent sized structure with close resemblance to several of the other lesser dwellings I'd passed since leaving Shreveport. The surprising thing is that there's not one, but two! Even more surprising is that on my way out I only saw one? I guess I should have left those recently legalized edibles from Oregon in the car? I guess not (dang!) since once home and analyzing Google Earth, what I was looking at was the same structure but through different cuts in the woods.
The first highpoint area is rather broad with white pipes sticking out of the ground nearby, not real close but in the general vicinity. This area didn't feel "high" to me at all so I marched on to area 2 which is snagged by jumping on a lesser offshoot track that makes its way rightish to the top of what can be called a hill, of sorts. I was kinda stunned to see a view off to my left while hiking up towards area 2 which gives you a sense that you're up high by Louisiana standards. If asked, this is where I'd say the HP is. But it wasn't an enjoyable experience since I knew that human bush was lurking out there somewhere. There was no time to dilly dally on this cold Louisiana day.
Yes, cold, right around 30 degrees. A low pressure had made its way into the area just that morning and as luck would have it, it would help keep my nervous sweat cooled. I retraced my route hoping I wouldn't have to talk to the occupants inside that camp. What were they doing in there anyway? Watching Ted Nugent's hunting series on Dish while munching deer jerky? Tossing back "Natty Light" while loafing around in a Camouflage Snuggie to keep warm?
I made good time reaching the rental without incident. Changed my shoes and flipped the car around back to Plain Dealing.
This part of Louisiana hasn't changed much in years I have drifted back and forth on it's soil. Seventeen years ago when I visited the Caddo Parish HP I can sill recollect how I felt and that feeling still mimics the same one generated these many years later, a feeling of distant separation. I often wonder what it's like for people who call these places I visit "home". When I look over maps prior to my wanderings the U.S appears to be a monstrous slab of land that is vast and wide. What these trips have shown me is there's nothing vast and wide about it on a topography level. The only thing that's vast and wide is our misunderstanding about the lives that are embedded in its history, both past and current, in the places they call "home".
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