We weren't specifically looking for alligators on our most recent trip, any more than we were looking for any wildlife, but we sure did find them. Jessa's sister Heather was the first to see this smallish one on the lower reaches of Bayou Lacombe, close to where it flows into Lake Pontchartrain.
Heather also spotted this one on the way to Grand Isle, having determined that it was neither a trash bag nor a blown-out tyre (gator equivalents of the notorious "insulator hawk").
But the largest alligator we saw was our "house gator", a magnificent specimen who liked to bask most mornings next to the canal under the balcony of our rented flat in Slidell.
Heed the signs.
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