We left Grand Isle in a humid and warm morning. It is so hard to be productive when your energy is sapped despite a shower. We are slowly? heading west. We are traveling along the InterCoastal Waterway through bayous and small towns. The weather forecast is for possible thunderstorms this afternoon. They are a reality as we travel along the Black Bayou on our way to Morgan City. Rain and wind harder that anything we have experienced since Tumbler Ridge on our Yukon Trip. We are grateful we are on back roads and the traffic is minimal so slowing down doesn't present a problem. This is just before the deluge started, still just ominous dark sky and the beginning of the wind.
We have had to stop for a raised bridge. Not an inconvenience but a photo opportunity to watch the barges moving up and down the bayous.
This barge is being pulled and pushed.
I'm having a hard time trying to describe today. There is beauty along this route but primarily it is oil rig industry. I have never seen so many 'oversized' trucks and semis on the road. There are bayou canals with boat building marinas, oil rig platforms and every kind of service industry required to support this industry. I haven't been to Fort McMurray, but I think it must be similar. We are sitting in a Walmart lot, which a local sherriff said was probably the best place for us to spend the night. It is busier than anything we have seen yet on our trip. We have cooked prawns, garlic toast in the middle of traffic bedlam, lol. Sometimes it is really the only way to experience a community. Some places we stay in are peaceful and quiet, others are a representation of industry at its best and worst. Nobody seems to take much notice of us other than a passing interest and a checking out of our licence plates. Other than that it's just Friday night shopping at Walmart, the same as anywhere, even Courtenay. The temperature is still warm but the humidity has reduced to a comfortable level.
Two old friends flip over a cart to sit on to rest while they wait for a bus. They share the cart while talking quietly, flip it back up and get on the bus, to where? We can only guess.....maybe a casino for the evening. There are several along this stretch of highway, mostly associated with truck stops.
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