Wow! I raked over the surroundings. We had landed somewhere in the midst of the bayou. I stood on a short dock leading up to a boathouse. In its rustic state, it was charming. It was nothing more than a bare, wood-framed cabin that looked like it had never been touched with paint.
In the background, birds were chirping as the sound of water trickled slowly downstream, insects were humming and dragonflies fluttered about, hovering on the surface of the murky water. The smell of wet soil and fish hovered in the water and the cluster of trees. In its rawness, it was breathtaking.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” Val smiled, proudly.
“Yeah, it’s pretty humble all right.” Even through my climbing panic, I couldn’t peel my eyes away as I peered about in every direction, Spanish moss hanging from
