Fountainebleau State Park

When we awoke Wednesday morning in Houston, the sun was shining bright and there was no snow on the ground. The streets were a little damp and the air was a little cool, but it looked like a beautiful day with bright sunshine.

We were on the road by about 9:30 AM. The drive across the oil fields and refineries area of East Texas and the rice paddies and swamplands of Western Louisiana was uneventful.

In the early evening, just East of New Orleans, we saw a sign for Fountainebleau State Park with campgrounds, so we followed the signs into a really nice camping area in the woods along Lake Pontchartrain. It was a wooded area and many of the trees had Spanish moss hanging, a really pretty setting.


The site we were assigned was a semi-circular pull-thru. It was fairly short for us to fit in our 65 feet or so with the Blazer in tow, but I tried to pull in . . . until Carole screamed and caused me to stop abruptly. I got out and was shocked that the side of "The Bus" was only inches away from a large tree, but it was getting late so I decided to let it set until morning.

The next morning, I had to unhook the Blazer, back it out, and then back out "The Bus". The curve of the semi-circular pull-thru campsite was just too sharp to make the turn without scrapping against the tree in the center.

Because Carole had screamed in time, no harm was done. We were back on the road Thursday morning un-scathed.