Cajun Country

We awoke this morning in "Cajun Country" near St. Charles, Louisiana, and managed to get on the road about 10:00 AM. We followed Interstate 10 East through the rice paddies and swamp lands of Western Louisiana, but then turned off the Interstate to enjoy the countryside at the slower pace of a secondary road.

We took US 90 South through oil and gas fields, bayous and backwater areas, sugar cane fields, and the pepper fields around Avery Island. I wanted to stop for a tour of the Tabasco facility, but Carole wasn't excited about it, so we passed it up. I settled for a baked chicken and cornbread dressing lunch at a Cracker Barrel restaurant instead.

Driving through this part of Louisiana makes you very much aware of Louisiana's byline of "America's Wetland". Everywhere you look, there is swamp land. The Parish we were driving through must be the "Bridge Capitol" of the country. Most of the highway was a continuous bridge passing through miles and miles of swamp.









We passed through Morgan City and Houma, then came to the Southern outskirts of New Orleans . . . just in time to join in rush hour traffic. We inched along for an hour or so before we arrived at the Mardi Gras RV Park on the North side of New Orleans.

This appears to be an old RV Park, but they had a lot of open sites, all grass and a little muddy . . . but good enough to spend the night. We talked about unhooking the Blazer and driving in to The French Quarter for a little Cajun nightlife, but decided on a cocktail, soup, and sandwich in the comfort of "The Bus" while watching Barney Fife and Andy Griffith in Mayberry with Aunt Bea on TV.

"Cajun Country" can wait 'til tomorrow.