Then you likely know Buras. Named for and I suppose settled by one of my ancestors, a soldier with Bienville when New Orleans was being founded. My grandmother grew up there, spoke French. Her father worked at Quarantine which used to be located somewhere in Plaquemines Parish. Buras is where Katrina made landfall which dented it pretty good.
As a teenager, I spent a whole lot of time. most of my summers trawling and wing netting and every other chance I could at our camp right out of Buras by Bay Adams.
If we were not shrimping, we would be fishing or working as fishing guides.
Made tons of cash for a high school kid. there were times we were on that skiff for 36 hours straight.
At some point we learned that people would pay us money to stay at the camp and we would take them fishing and shrimping and we could ever get them to pick through the shrimp.
Katrina took the camp, all of it, the marsh underneath and most of the pilings. At that point the storm surge had to have been 40 feet. That camp survived Betsy, Camille, other storms, generations of cousins, squatting by Plaquemines underclass, and some of the most insane coon asses that have every been born. Katrina took her in seconds.
I still have dreams, not nightmares, of being at the camp with a broken down skiff and no communication with anyone and no hope to survive.
In real life, my family and that camp survived everything. In the dream, we all survive.