day 4c - We're on the road to nowhere

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After disembarking from the ferry I made a wrong turn and so missed visiting the Audubon Bridge construction site, too bad, but there were lots of other things to see. Like those crazy above ground cemetery's, lots of bayou front housing developments, and rice fields, miles and miles of rice fields. At first it's an odd feeling to drive on a road that's lower than the level of the water filled field next to it, but you get used to it. The roads through the fields are all straight as arrows, until they take a sharp 90 degree turn. Another mile or so, and then another turn in the opposite direction, on and on. I began to feel like I was tacking like a sailboat against the wind, working my way down to the gulf.

It was getting on in the afternoon as I sped down LA 35 toward the gulf. I saw on the map that there were several small towns right on the water where I thought I might find lodging for the night right on the beach, so down the lonely road I went. Well, the further south we got, the lonelier the road became, until there was no one, and I mean NO ONE else to be seen. Nothing but marshes on both sides of the pavement, and power poles, and Great Blue Herons (old friends for sure) and Ibis, and Pelicans, and clear blue sky, and sunlight.

Now you might think that such a ride would be boring, but you would be wrong. It just seemed to unreel like roll of film, wondrous to behold. I really didn't want it to end, except I was starving, and I was getting tired, and the sun was setting, and we were approaching 500 miles traveled on a 10 gallon fuel tank. The "little towns" I had seen on the map were in fact just collections of fishing camps, with nary a soul around at this season. Ms. GPS was of no use here either, all she showed on screen was my little car icon, floating on a sea of blue, more like a boat.

All we could do was keep going, so we went all the way around the horn, west to Cameron, a real, if small, town. No diesel pumps though, all the gas stations out on the banks seem to be blown out shells from previous hurricanes, and for whatever reason, not rebuilt. So as the sun set we headed north again, all the way to Lake Charles LA to land for the night.

Not so easy -- just as we got into town a sudden sharp clicking came from the back of the car, as I slowed, the clicking did too --- I know what that is -- something stuck in a tire -- T.B.C.

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Comments

[Babs]

the hideous clicking
Oh the clicking! I heard it this past Sunday driving on 408 (east-west expressway) about 8 miles from where I live. Familiar to me as well, I pulled over, and thanks to Geico roadside service and Toyota (open on Sundays now) I was back home with a patched tire in a mere 4 hours . Could be worse, right? I'm loving your story. Babs