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Published: July 13th 2009
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We got up early early to arrive in Houston by midday, about 350 miles. Sad to report that I saw no alligators throughout all of Louisiana or Eastern Texas. I saw a black floating scaly looking thing in the water, but I'd be lying to myself if I said I was sure it was a gator. Maybe a log, or maybe a dirty gator. I did see a whole bunch of armadillos, squashed like tires and one completely upside-down, feet sticking up in the air. The name of the game from New Orleans to Houston on I-10 is scary scary bridges. To leave New Orleans going west there is a bridge that spans at least 30 miles of swampy rivers and bayous. In a camper, frightening. There was another one that seemed nearly 90 degrees vert and as if it were opening up for a barge to pass. I thought we'd get to the top and slide back down. When we arrived in Houston we picked up the Espinoza's and Vincenzo got a break driving for the first time since Maine. We got to South Llano State Park very late and had a midnight barbecue in a spot that may or
may not have been ours. I'm sure we were very loud and disruptive but we were having a great time catching up and eating meat. On the way into the park I saw a deer- or maybe it was a heat-induced mirage.
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