Wednesday 22nd. February
Moving day. We were on the road by 12noon and joining the thousands leaving town on A10. Traffic moved at a better pace than we expected as we flew over the water on the massive causway across the bayou and continued through Lousiana surrounded by swampland most of the way. Before we left Miles cycled into town to buy presents to find that the quarter was the opposite of yesterday, clean, calm and ordered as if the whole thing had been a dream.
Crossing Ole Miss' at Baton Rouge
Lottie?
We motored on crossing Ole Miss' at Baton Rouge breaking off the freeway onto highway 71 which took us over the bayou once again staight as a die to the town of Bunkie where we just had to stop and explore. How does a town get that name? The railroad was parallel to the main street with very long frieght train stopping all traffic across the tracks for at least 1/2 an hour. Photo op for me to get some of the rural decay shots that had eluded me through the van window.
Our lunch stop, a great time inside with three buxom ladies
Seen in Bunkie
So much of the South really is dirt poor with little wooden houses with front porches and a big pick up in the yard, but very few have gardens so they look like they just turned up one ay with the house on a truck and plonked it down on the grass. We diverted from the diversion to get to Chicot State Park, which is a great forest with RV hookups in the middle. It was an idyllic woodland setting with nearby lakes and good old boy and girl who was here for three months, volunteering as a warden and fishing with his aluminium boat. We hunted for wood in the growing gloom with just enough time to get the wood for a big fire built by Scott, to cook our sausages under the stars. Beer was drunk and laughing was heard through the sound of the cicaders/crickets chirping away as the smoke chased us all around.
Mural on an ex Drug store in Bunkie
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