We entered the gravel road and went by the cemetery. I was looking for the old town site. It was supposed to be on a bluff overlooking the west bank of the Ouachita River, which I knew was just a hop skip and jump ahead of us.
So we continued on the gravel road hitting some very bumpy sections of the road until we came to an old house that looked like it was occupied, but there wasn’t anyone at home.
Just passed the house was a stone monument that had a square section that at onetime contained a metal plaque
We passed by the house and continued on the road.
The road bed was now full of pits and ruts. After about a quarter of a mile we came to an open metal gate that said the area was owned by an oil company. I knew we were on private company property, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I wanted to see Champaignolle.
We continued on the well-worn road.