I woke up excited this morning, today’s drive was just going to be 4 hours and we would be in the same state for 2 nights. Before heading down the highway, the Natchitoches Federal Fish Hatchery was our first stop. Every year we stop at a fish farm in Colorado and have the best time. We’ve been planning to stop at this fish hatchery for several months now. The website said they raise alligator gar, bass, catfish, and several other interesting fish. When we arrived, the place was deserted. A nice lady in the office said we could look around, but the ponds were all drained for the winter. Oh, well, we’ll have more time in New Orleans this afternoon.

The ride started pretty boring, road, trees, lots of State Troopers with radar guns, and more road kill. There was a noticeable change in the types of animals that end their lives on the highway Louisiana. We saw a big brown turkey, porcupine, goose looking bird, and a handful of armadillos, along with the many indistinguishable piles of fur. It sounds like a pretty gruesome thing to look out for, but roadkill and State Troopers are the most interesting thing on the road.

Just before Baton Rouge we stopped for lunch. Let me see, McDonalds on the left or a small seafood restaurant on the right. Marie voted for the clown selling chicken part nuggets and I voted for seafood restaurant with the pickup trucks in the parking lot. Since I’m doing the driving, we had seafood. The girls had chicken strips and fries, Roy had shrimp and fries and I had the special. This is a seafood stuffed bell pepper, fried catfish with crawfish étouffée and garlic bread. Oh, yea! Lunch made my day.

If there was one useless law on the ballot I would vote for, it would be one mandating that farmers put a big sign along the road describing their crops. When we drive to Colorado, we’re always playing this guessing game. The unique crop there is potatoes. Today we saw a field that had already been harvested and we guessed it was cotton. Then we saw these big trucks going down the road with wire sides and some kind of stalks in it. My memory rewound back to the late 1980s when I lived in Hawaii and I guessed it was sugar cane. Sure enough, a few more miles down the road there was a sign posting a sugar cane loading area. When I got out to take the picture, I could even smell the scent of the cane fields.

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Back onto the highway, this time it’s I-10. Wow, 2000 miles to the west is the exit we take to get to our cabin.

I-10 goes right through New Orleans. If you use google maps (satellite) and zoom in to the area on the western edge of the New Orleans airport, right under Lake Pontchartrain, you’ll see that for several miles, I-10 is a causeway through a swamp. It’s crazy, the picture on the GPS showed that the road was over the water, there were houses and docks out there too. They must be completely covered in water when a hurricane comes.

We were very happy to arrive in the daylight so we could see all this cool stuff. Before vegging out in the hotel for the rest of the night, I thought we would check out City Park. It reminded me a lot of El Dorado Park, in Long Beach, combined with just a little bit of Balboa Park, in San Diego, adding the southern touch of Spanish Moss hanging off the trees. The kids got their Ripstiks out and zipped all over the place, Topaz was very happy to be out of the car. It was miserable on the other end of her leash, she was yanking me everywhere as she chased squirrels, geese and leaves blowing in the wind. Finally, Genny started the Topaz train and all the kids held her leash while she pulled them around on their Ripstiks. We saw a dog park on the map, but it was for members only, bummer. Topaz was happy to dig a hole in the dirt at the playground while a little boy laughed like crazy. The boy’s name is John and his baby sister is Mary, that’s what my grandparent’s names were.

Genny’s gift to the trip is being observant and remembering details. If I can’t find something or remember something, she’s got the answer. The other day I got in the car to drive off in the morning and couldn’t find my sunglasses. She said she remembered them in our traveling trash can. Oops, I emptied that into a bag and left it in front of our room door. Sure enough my glasses were in there, smelling a little of Subway sandwiches, but they didn’t get left.

Today we finished Tom Sawyer and The Miraculous Journey of Edward Toulane on audio books and started The Cricket in Times Square. This evening I downloaded Huckleberry Finn. I’m sure glad to have someone else read those books to me, I can’t handle the lingo and slang.