We continued on back roads circling Houston which turned out to be a bad idea. Traffic was awful and we lost a lot of time at numerous slow-changing traffic lights and sluggish traffic in the small towns. Finally crossing into Lousiana in the evening, we saw a family of javina (wild pigs) feeding alongside the freeway, unfazed by traffic. Then an armadillo scurried across the road in front of us as we drove into the park. Our campsite was adjacent to a bayou and we were lulled to sleep by the serenade of frogs and cicadas. It brought back fond memories of my treks through South-East Asia.
It rained heavily the next morning but that didn't stop us from hiking in the warm rain - more memories of the tropics.
Same Houston Jones state park is a delight for those who enjoy natural beauty at its finest. The breathtaking beauty here has always attracted people to this nature-perfect setting at the confluence of two rivers and Indian Bayou. Tree-filled lagoons and a mixed forest combine to create a unique natural environment.