Since we haven't stayed for more than a few days in one spot, the places are starting to run together in my mind. It's hard to remember which city had what. I may have to blog more often. I've been trying to spread it out so I don't bore anyone.
When we left Corpus Christi we thought we'd go to Port Aransas, TX. We had to pick up our mail before we headed that way. When I mapped the route from the post office, it said we had to take a ferry to get there. Not being familiar with ferries, we decided to drive further to Goose Island State Park. For some reason I got in my mind that it was Goose Neck Island, so that's what it will forever be to me. Goose Neck was a quiet spot on the Gulf of Mexico. The water was shallow for quite a ways out. We saw one fisherman standing in waist deep water for hours, his determination baffled me since it was still really chilly there. I didn't think it got that cold that far south, but it does. I was still in my puffy winter jacket and beanie and gloves. We stayed there a couple of nights, then headed east looking for warmer and drier weather.
We decided to try a county park on Quintana Island off of Freeport, Texas. The buildings in the park were historical houses moved when the large fuel companies bought the land they were originally on. There were lots of chemical and liquid gas plants in the area. We saw a huge LPG tanker come into port to fill up while we were there. There were also old artillery that protected the Dow Chemical plant in WWII. On our second day there the sun finally emerged from the clouds. Those of you that really know me, know that I have been sick of the sun for a number of years. Well, after a month with only seeing it a couple of days, I was ready for some rays. As long as it's less than 70 degrees!
We looked at the map, and thought we'd splurge and stay in a private campground instead of a state or county park, in Port Arthur, Texas. Once we arrived at one of the parks on Paradise Island, we paid for the last site in the park, only to discover it was filled with debris from the previous camper and that the 30 amp plug was fried. We got a refund and made a hasty retreat to another park down the road. This one boasted a pond in the middle, thankfully gator free.
We chose to stay there for just one night and head onto Louisiana the next morning. We took a small highway that ran right along the gulf coast. The road was smoother than most larger roads we've been on. The scenery was great too. There were miles of unspoiled coastline, with brightly painted houses built up off the ground for storm surges. As we got further into Louisiana, there were large trees lining the road with Spanish moss hanging from them. We researched the route before we left and saw that we would have to take a ferry. We talked to a nice local man at the gas station that said we wouldn't have a problem with getting the truck and camper on the ferry. He was right. It took just a few minutes to board and get across to the other side. The sensation of the truck moving, yet Paul wasn't driving was a little strange!
We are now in a state park in Abbeville, LA. It's a large park. I actually got lost walking back from the front office yesterday. Even without my unexpected detour, it was going to be a long walk, so I took a couple of beers with me. On the way there I left one on the side of the road, figuring I'd pick it up on the way back. Then on the way back, I thought I might have taken a wrong turn, because I hadn't seen the can. I walked back to the main road and headed the direction I thought camp was, and sure enough, there was my can. Not quite breadcrumbs, but I felt like a modern day Gretel.
Fiona is glad that there are lots of armadillos in the park. She keeps trying to get close enough to sniff one, but they all run away screeching. One tried to scare her off before he took off into the brush.
The park ranger said there are bears in the park and they have been active lately, so I'm packing heat, in the form of bear spray. There is a small lake here with a sign that says please don't feed the alligators. Armadillos and gators and bears, oh my!
It's hard to get used to the accents people from here have. I feel like I'm on the set of Waterboy. I keep waiting to run into Bobby (Booshay) Boucher! I'm sure they think I'm the one with the accent.
Paul found a campground right next to the French Quarter, so we are heading there in a couple of days. We are meeting up with some of his cousins that live nearby. Paul hasn't seen them since he was a kid. I'm also looking forward to eating some great seafood. The thought of grilled oysters is making my mouth water! Last time I was there with my friend Jane, I didn't try the crawfish. This trip I am on a mission to eat some. If anyone has a favorite place to have them in New Orleans, send me a message.