January 29, 2011 Frenchman’s Wilderness CG creepy?

We arrive at Frenchman’s Wilderness CG in the Baton Rouge outskirts in a light drizzle, about 3:30 pm. A disheveled man on a quad meets us before we can get to the office.

Now disheveled is not unusual in these parts. What gets us is the Billy Bob Thorton “Slingblade” voice and manner. He informs us the office is closed and what do we want. We ask for a space and he says to follow him, so we do, to a decent pull-thru spot about as far from the office as you can get. He says the spot is $29, more than a woman had quoted over the phone, but we quickly pay in exact change, no receipt, and do not ask about the woman. That night over dinner we hear a distant gunshot. This is Louisiana, everybody hunts. The campground is fine, just a little primitive and creepy.