My memories of this beach has little to do with my most recent visit, it seems it wasn't that many years ago that I'd wake a few hours before daylight to the smell of slow dripped coffee and sounds of my mother cooking bacon and eggs in preparation for a long day on the water just off Rutherford Beach. It seemed like it took an eternity to arrive at our destination, a small boat launch at the mouth of the Mermentau River in my dad's 19-something pick-up truck with a boat in tow. I usually had the task of holding the rope and keeping the boat from banging against the old wooden dock while my dad parked the truck and my younger brother explored the shore line, some may think he had preferential treatment since he was free to run with little responsibility but to me I was the luckiest kid alive given the trust of protecting something so valuable to our way of life. The ride out of the inlet was the best, we rarely spoke while taking in the beauty of nature as the sound of the outboard motor serenaded us. Our bare arms shivered in the damp early morning air as we made our way to the Gulf of Mexico for a day of shrimping, we were always on the look out for alligators stalking its breakfast or a giant egret unassumingly flying along the shoreline in what seemed like slow motion. Crossing the inlet always provided the days first moments of excitement as we transversed the tidal waters colliding with the river's effluent, us boys held on tight as my dad navigated the diagonal waves that challenged even the most experienced captain lol we weren't that disciplined but it did sound good in those days.
As the sun broke free from the horizon we were heading west running parallel to the many camps along Rutherford Beach. I held the boat in a straight heading as my dad prepared to throw out the shrimp trawl off the back of the boat, the jug line marking the end of the net hit the water first as the trawl peeled away from its neat stack on the deck followed by the rot resistance ropes, trawling boards complete with the tickling chains. As the ropes got taut we were on our way we normally had about 45 minutes to talk about life and take it all in. I remember we tried to estimate our distance off shore by the size of the camps still in viewed off Rutherford Beach they looked as small as match boxes as we distanced ourselves from the beach, the rolling waves became the only view after awhile except for a few curious seagulls and a few Dolphins racing off the bow, we called them Porpoises not knowing porpoises aren't native to the gulf waters. Yes that's a glimpse of what life was like living on the gulf coast it was a less complicated and much simpler world then when this beach community was filled with laughter, the smell of campfires smothering from the night before and rows and rows of camps with their Cajun music blaring, family and friends enjoying mounds of boiled shrimp and crabs or crawfish along with some ice cold beer.
This was pretty much the life for generations that called Rutherford Beach home or their weekend get away, sadly this all changed on September 24, 2005, when Hurricane Rita blew through Rutherford Beach, Louisiana, she took everything in her wake with a storm surge estimated at more than 18 feet completely dismaying the best beach on this Chenier. After more than 10 years after Rita the community is still a mere fraction of what it once was, the beach is filled with empty shells but the people are gone it's still beautiful but ghostly. I'm thankful I experienced it before it all disappeared most will never know what existed here it's a shocking lesson in mortality... read more