OK, we were driving along , and we pulled over at a Rest Stop so I could stretch my legs and get rid of some of the Soda I had been drinking all day.
I realized that I was good for 2 maybe 3 hours of driving and we would need to stop for the night.
Looking at the map on my computer, I realized that the end of my day was going to be roughly right across Lake Pontchetrain (???) from New Orleans.
So, it didn’t take us long to decide to sort of “re-arrange” our cross country schedule.
And, we did! We mad a couple of phone calls, and we had a 3-night reservation at a, RPI campground in a little town called Abita Springs.
Nice Campground, but crappy roads to get to the entrance.
We crashed here, and the first night we just drove a couple of miles up to a little Brew Pub and had Dinner, and made our plans for a day in the French Quarter the next day.
Well. as they say; It was on my “Bucket List” to do, and I did it!
Let me tell you something that I learned while bouncing around on Bourbon Street, Royal Street, and many others with names that I can’t remember right now.
Back to what I learned.
I learned that the smell of decades of Vomit is not as glamorous as I remembered in my Youth traveling the world.
Add the pungent odor of the Horse Poop dropped in the streets throughout the day.
And top all of this with the marvelous soaring temperatures, high Humidity, and absolutely no Breeze.
Now you have an idea of why everyone is drinking so much.
The damned place stinks and is miserably hot, but I do have to admit that, once my senses were dulled, the great Cajun Food, and cold drinks, and great Music won the day for me.
We had a good time overall, and I got the obligatory T-shirts.
Today? We are laying back and Chillin’, preparing for a really long run tomorrow.
But, it should be worth it! Then we sit back and roam around teh south San Antonio area.
Eat som of that Tex-Mex food.
Drink some of that Lone Star beer.
Take a lot of silly pictures!
I can’t wait.