The thing about staying in a different motel every night is that we keep running into new ways of flummoxing us, particularly with our morning showers. In Dallas I was convinced the shower didn’t work until accidentally bumping it in a way that made it go on. This morning in Houston, I had no trouble with the shower valve but had to walk Andrea through the process before she got it. If it is true that we grow new neurons by trying new things, Andrea and I must be growing neurons like crazy.
Driving east from Houston to Baton Rouge, across all that low, flat land, I had to wonder how long will it be before all of that is under the Gulf waters.
We stopped at the Atchafalaya National Heritage Area to get off the highway for a bit and to look around. It’s a very different world. I’m sure there are beautiful parts of it — we got a hint of that — but we didn’t explore.
My memory is that the interstate from the Texas/Louisiana border to Baton Rouge is fast and heavy and a bit wild. This trip was much calmer, although relentless across the flat land. The calmer traffic might be from the very heavy police presence along the route this time.
Baton Rouge, however, was VERY heavy and crazy, with people zipping in and out despite the thick traffic. We were glad to get away from the city. We’re in Hammond tonight. We didn’t go into New Orleans — that visit will have to wait for another trip.
Tuesday, April 5, 2016