We entered March 22nd. We rode 1,073 miles. We saw imaginary chainsaws, climbed the hills, endured the wind, spent nights with the deer, swam in the Guadelaupe, listened to live music, strolled cities, talked: oil, religion, presidents, politics and in Spanish, enjoyed a National park, used Q-tips and pillows, smelt the wildflowers and ate like champions. We left April 13th!
And as soon as we crossed the border the flowers disappeard, the dogs came barking, the water turned dark brown and the roads are littered with debris. WELCOME TO LOUISIANA! We love it already actually. Cajun food. New accents that we can’t understand. New styles of driving, lots of honking. The logging industry and rice fields.
We’re 100 miles into Louisiana and we’ve already been rained on, seen a snake, watched farmers harvest craw-fish, eaten jambulaya, gotten mosquito bites, endured 5 dog chases and have a serious problem with butt rash!
BRING ON THE SOUTH!