After leaving Grand Isle we are headed west and it doesn't take long to realize we will be moving through the last of Acadia and the Cajun communities. Sunday morning we leave Abbeville and take a back road following the bayous, paralleling the Gulf. It is like traveling through an episode of Duck Dynasty, pick-up trucks, camouflaged flat boats, bearded men; women and children in camo. The reeds are so high on the sides of the roads that you can't really see where people go in. Just a line of trucks parked on the side of the road. When we stopped at a little store called Booths they said it's "hunting season" duh!!
They had a slow cooker going with Boudin and a hot sausage. $2.00 for either with a bun and condiments. It's only 10:00am but we had an early start and this is a delicious early lunch.
At this point I have to recap our last three states for music, wine and food. Arkansas; Ozark country music, the Trail of Tears, our first taste of the Missipi blues, with Sunshine Sonny Payne, wine in stand alone liquor stores, good sausage and my first funnel cake. Missipi, the blues trail, the Civil War trail, and Charlie Musselwhite, state controlled liquor in "package stores", expensive; deep fried everything, good fish. Louisiana, wide open liquor, cheap wine, drive thru daqueri shops, the Creole trail, and the food, oh my god, the food, cat fish, oysters, crab, boudin, andouille, gulf prawns, the spices and sauces. We have had so many good meals, out, as well as at home. My only disappointment is I didn't get a genuine 'po boy'.
I am also very sad to leave Louisiana. It's like when I had to leave the Yukon. A feeling like I may never be back here again and there is still so much we didn't get to see and do.
As we drive along the Gulf getting closer to Texas we are seeing a part of the coast that was pretty much destroyed by Hurricane Rita, which happen less than a month after Katrina. We traveled along this part 15 years ago on our way back from Florida in our newly purchased Award. The tourist town of Holly Beach was flattened and now there are only a few new vacation homes for those that could afford to rebuild. Those that can't, have an RV beside the rubble and cement slab that used to be their home.
Rebuilding the local high school, like everything built on cement stilts.
There is so much water and waterways that we seem to be always crossing a raised highway, some tolled, or on a ferry. BC take note, it cost us a dollar on one and the other one was free. Considered part of the highway system
Into Texas and the oil rig center of Port Arthur, situated on Sabine Pass and another intracoastal canal. Ugliness everywhere. We take a moment to regroup with the help of a security guard as we had pulled into an oil company lot. Soooo, which way should we go, lol.
We are on our way to Rockport. This has been our destination to hopefully spend a couple of the winter months. We have to travel through Galveston, which is like a Disneyworld in Texas, not RV friendly unless you are in an expensive RV site. Lots of beautiful, old homes but we are driving through.
We are in Texas, the Lone Star State. I am seeing cowboy hats, brahmas bulls, longhorns and the famous Smoke BBQ restaurants. We are traveling along Hwy 35, the Texas Independence Highway.
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