Louisiana, where the bridges are tall and pointy. Goodness, it was as if they were trying to see how acute they could make the arch! I noticed as we continued that the first bridge there was not the only such tall pointy bridge.
Louisiana, where everything is generally grungy. Perhaps Louisiana doesn’t have litter laws? At least, they’re not very well enforced.
Louisiana, where 98% of the billboards are for casinos and the other 2% are for “adult clubs” Have you ever noticed that casinos and things seem to attract certain unsavory groups of people. The litter etc. was the evidence I think.
Louisiana, where the rest stops are practically a full mile off the exit. I’ve never seen such a long approach! But, I found that amusing rather than annoying.
At the rest stop, our motor home seemed to attract certain natural unsavory characters. We had a large swarm of bees attack our window shield. Grandpa said it had something to do with the insect kills that all cars make when traveling. Although, how an insect could travel in the weather we had, I have no idea!
We had pulled off, as I said, because we could hardly see a thing. I’ve never seen road conditions that were so bad that all the cars put on their hazard lights. At times, that was all you could see was the flashing lights. If they hadn’t been on…well, let’s just say we didn’t have an accident because of those lights.
When we hit the road again, it seemed as though the sky was lighter towards the east. We thought we were out of the storm, but as we continued through the state towards our next stop, Breaux Bridge, Louisiana, the storm hit us again. We all saw the three-pronged bolt of lightning hit the ditch directly beside the shoulder less highway. And we all heard the clap of simultaneous very loud thunder. I’ve never been so close before, and while I wasn’t particularly scared, I can see what people are scared of!
Louisiana, where the most of the interstate is on pilings. That was interesting.
Louisiana, where I didn’t see an alligator in the rather pretty bayous. L
Louisiana, where I saw with my own eyes how the trees in the bayous were 3 or 4 feet plus in water. I must admit, I don’t think I really believed it was possible for a full-size tree to grow in
Louisiana, where the bayous are prettier if you don’t look too closely. All that grassy-looking stuff was either floating grass, and therefore treacherous, or pond scum stuff.
By the way, I forgot to mention. I saw Mexico! :D I could almost have touched it. In New Mexico, we went through a check-point. (Where I saw an army jeep freight truck carrier thing, and a torpedo carrying truck thing), and, going into Mexico would have been as easy as crossing a railroad track!
Anyway…I also forgot to mention that I saw the Gulf. Which reminds me…
The Gulf, where, at least under cloudy skies, it’s rather brown and ugly. Nothing like the beautiful waters of Washington and the Pacific Coast. :D
At Breaux Bridge, we stayed over night at a Wal-Mart. The Wal-Mart was located directly across from a truck stop. The truckers, a steady stream of them, would walk over to shop. They would set my Grandparent’s dogs to barking. Have you ever noticed that truckers seem to have their very own special…well, ‘aura’ was the word I used then, but I’m pretty sure that’s not the right word.
Speaking of my grandparent’s dogs…one of them sets up a wailing howl whenever a police siren goes off. It’s hilarious. The dog howled quite a bit in Louisiana, where we were warned more than once by more than one person about the police who like to pull as many people over as possible. (We didn’t get caught though...:D)
The next day didn’t storm too much and we finished off Louisiana…or “Lousyana” as my brother named it, with yet another tall pointy bridge. We arrived at our campsite, and our destination in Biloxi, Mississippi three days before the big wedding.
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