Today would be one of the bigger days we have had in the last several days. 85 miles from Kountze to DeRidder, our home for the night.

We all left at 8:00am, it was already 73 degrees, you could cut the humidity with a knife and it was VERY overcast . . .

. . . but DIRT WAS CHEAP!!!!!

We’ve been seeing more lumber mills the further east we travel in TX . . . the raw product . . .

. . . the finished product. Heading to a Menard’s or Home Depot near you.

. . . but NO bodies in the trunk!!!!!

Here is a new species of critter we can add to our roadside menu . . . course it may have been just ‘playing possum’!!!

No time to visit . . . but must be a beautiful place!!!!

Not sure what happened to Sambo Gary, but I bet he was a nice guy!!!!

mmmmmmmmm . . . lost in translation????

This was a sad moment we all shared as we rolled across this bridge and saw a puppy lying on the shoulder. I went back to check him out, saw no blood, but didn’t get too close in case he might have snapped at me. Had a VERY sad look on his face. By the time I got to the end of the bridge, Linda had called 911 to report the pup. Denver Tom was a mile or two back and by the time he crossed the bridge, there was no pup. He either had been picked up, had not been hit and headed back to the pickup we had seen at the boat landing on the left, or had been rescued!!!

This guy didn’t make it across the road . . . and had been ‘mummified’ (nice teeth though) !!!!!

‘Johnny Yuma was a Rebel . . . he roamed through the west’!!!!

We road through the village of Thicket today. Right outside of Thicket was, ‘The Shire’, a new sub division . . . somebody’s dream that didn’t work out so good!!!

We stopped for a break in Buna . . . missed the Redbud Festival  . . . by that much!!!!

. . . but if you need a prison uniform . . . Buna is your place!!!

Say this three times fast . . . it’s fun!!!!

This ‘Dead End’ road ended up being VERYYYYYYYYYYYYY  short!!!

We’ve seen LOTS of thistle, the last week or so, just getting ready to flower. This guy was actually growing it as a crop!!!

Here is our FAVORITE sag driver, Karen. Always there with a smile, water and a tray of GOODIES!!!!

Great words . . . the Pentecostal’s and Baptist’s take the cake for clever sayings on their signboards!!!

WE HAVE FINALLY FLED TX!!!!!! We’ve been traveling the state since March 16 and NEVER thought we would get through it. It’s like it’s own country. When we entered, back in El Paso, we never saw a ‘Welcome to Texas’ sign, so I’ll use the one at the end of the state . . .

. . . Connie says goodbye to the great state of Texas . . .

The Sabine River . . . Texas on the right . . . Louisiana on the left.

However, LA is not too welcoming to visitors . . . this is the only thing that looked like a ‘Welcome to Louisiana’ sign we could find. Not sure what it means. Wonder if they are ‘Open for Business’ like WI????

I met Robin and Sharone, from New York, who needed a little break from their jobs and decided to bike the Southern Tier from CA to FL. I met them as they were traveling, west, back to Maryville.  Sharone’s knee was bothering him and he didn’t think he could make it to DeRidder for the night. Chances are we will see them down the road. The Michigan Boy’s are still one day ahead of us. We’ve lost track of Mark and Julie . . . where are you two????

Only two more miles down the road I met Stephen, from Virginia. Working as a butcher, he decided he needed a little break too, had saved enough money for a trip, so started biking west from New Orleans. He gave me some tips for our visit to New Orleans and I reinforced some of the info the Michigan Boy’s had given him about what he had to look forward to as we traveled west. Safe travels Stephen!!!

We might already be in the land of the ‘Southern Good Old Boy’ network . . . would love to meet Biscuit!!!

Now where was one impressive driveway . . . wonder what was at the other end . . .

After 85 miles we rolled into DeRidder, LA our home for the night. Gina and the girls headed for the bar . . . I had my mind on her other favorite stop of the trip, Dairy Queens. DeRidder, population 6,000, had EVERY KIND of fast food, junk food store one could think of, and at at one time a DQ, but it was no more. Wasn’t meant to be today . . . I’ll have an extra glass of vino!!!

Nice quiet night, there was some rain during the night but it was all over by the time we were ready to go to breakfast.

Short day today . . . or so we thought, so we didn’t head downtown until 8:00am for breakfast. The Waffle Shoppe,  had a LOT more to eat than waffles . . .

Including MANY variations of Biscuit’s and Gravy . . .

A great gang of waitstaff descended on us to make sure we were all stuffed . . .

. . . sausage patties as big as hamburgers!!!!

As we left town, I saw my first drive through Crayfish stand . . . they REALLY make it easy here to get your snacks . . .

. . . local ordinance?????

Good American’s . . . got the flag, the porch and the rocking chairs!!!!!

Not sure what this was all about . . . but I think I will pass on the Diaper Cakes (whatever they are) . . .

Freezer beef . . . not sure how it differs from regular beef, but No Hormones!!!!

mmmmmmmm . . . miniature rat terriers . . . can you say rats????

Allen Parish must be a REALLY small entity . . . Entering Allen Parish . . . and leaving the Soil & Water District, all in 25 feet!!!!

Another great name . . . Burl Cain!!!

We are evidently in a great canoeing area . . . lots of liveries. Not too busy on Easter weekend, though.

Our first sign of the word Cajun . . . here at Cajun Dave’s you can get whatever you need  . . . Cajun style !!!

Gina and Karen drove to Oberlin and rode back towards us. When I saw her, she told me there was a dead bobcat on the road, right on the outskirts of Oberlin. She is a GREAT kidder and I thought she was telling another fib, until I rolled into town and saw what looked like a BIG cat in the road . . .

. . .it was a big cat . . . a bobcat!!!!

Beautiful animal . . . with great markings.

Seemed to be in a ‘peaceful’ state. Linda, respectfully, pulled it off the road.

Hey look at that . . . another crayfish drive through as we entered town . . .

We got to the Oberlin Inn, which ended up being probably the worst place we have ‘tried’ to stay. Conference in session . . .

. . . the rooms had a bad stench and the second floor was a ‘residence area’. There was a guy sitting on the steps that looked like he was in the process of being evicted. A group decision to reload the vehicle and head to the next town, 30 miles down the road . . . Eunice. It will put us 30 miles closer to Lafayette too, as we head for New Orleans.

I met Echol who was heading west from West Palm Beach, FL. He sold his house and plans on being on the road for the next ten years. He’s heading to San Diego and then on up to Alaska!!!!

. . . and has a unique ‘third wheel’ he pulls behind his bike. The wheel can be used as a spare for the front too!!!! GREAT idea. He says he can’t feel it being towed behind.

Everybody seems to be drinking chocolate milk for a ‘recovery drink’. Looks like you could jump right in this river and bath in chocolate milk. Must have been some heavy rain in the area to produce this much sediment runoff.

mmmmmmm . . . wonder what they are brewing in this chemical plant on the shore of this crayfish farm.

As we rolled into Eunice, we also entered an National Heritage Area . . . nice!!!!

Nice mural welcoming us to town . . . big Wisconsin game tonight!!!!

Day 35 cont’d . . . with less than 2 minutes left in the nail biter Wisconsin Badgers game last night, Linda came flying into our room to announce the girls were changing rooms because they had BEDBUGS in their room located right next to us. Margie had been under the covers and suddenly broke out with the itchies and welts began appearing on her arms and back. Howard, the hotel owner, had said the rooms on the second level were evidently ‘better’ and offered us all a chance to change rooms.

We pulled our beds out to check the ticking on the mattress for the telltale frass and critter bodies and found this treasure trove of goodies . . .

. . . and the tell tale sign!!!! We packed up all of our gear and headed upstairs to find a room that seemed ‘safe’. Howard said he didn’t understand what had happened because he sprays once a month for bugs. I told him maybe he needed a new kind of spray because , ‘’it obviously ain’t workin’ !”.  By 10:30pm, we were all hunkered down again. I think everyone slept on top of the quilts last night!!!

Easter Sunday and by 7:30am I was off to 8:00am mass. I had called the night before to make sure the mass schedule had not changed for the holiday. It was darn right neighborly for them to remember that and lay out the ‘red carpet’ for me (to match my new red hair of course!).

Typical C & E situation. Arrived 20 minutes early and it was already standing room only because of Catholic’s who only attend twice a year, Christmas and Easter!!!

On the way out of Eunice, on the way to Lafayette, I saw this sign. They must use really tiny cement overshoes to get rid of the buggers!!!

Parlez-vous français?

mmmmmm . . . not too scenic right here. This is only the second drilling rig I have seen on the whole trip. The other in TX!!!

We are in an area heavily involved with crayfish farming. The farmers construct bermed barriers, similar to cranberry growers in WI, and plant a special crop in the interior. Here is one that must need ‘refurbishing’. It’s a hey day for egrets!!!!

Once the ground cover is established, the enclosure is flooded and these crayfish traps made of screen are installed. They look like giant bobbers!!!!

Who knew!!!!!

As I turned onto Schultz Rd from the main highway, I realized the road was 5-6 feet below the water level in the crayfish ponds . . . Rain forecasted today . . . hope the barriers hold or I will be crayfish bait!!!!

No counties in LA, they call them parishes. You can see above which parish spends money on their roads and which does not. Generally, the roads have been terrible since we entered LA. Every gas station seems to have a ‘casino’ affiliated with it. Not sure what they do with the tax revenue but I don’t think they are using much of it on roads!!!!

It stared lightly raining as I headed towards Lafayette, nice riding though. Riding alone today, the sound of rain gently bouncing off my helmet cover and the lack of traffic almost put me in a therapeutic trance . . . Home of KP !!!!!

Got to Rance, where I passed under the interstate. Interesting graphics . . .

. . . on both sides!!!!

North Carolina may be known as the ‘Land of the Pines’, but so far, I think of LA as the ’Land of the Doublewide’. This one actually looks pretty nice compared to most which were falling apart but usually had a BIG jacked up pickup in the yard with 1 or 2, 4 wheelers on a trailer. Easter Sunday so lots of folks out smokin’ something like this feller. Must also be the custom to rent these blow up play structure for all the kids coming over for Easter dinner. Saw a lot of them!!!!

So . . . what does one do with all the crayfish shells, eaten corn on the cob husks and every thing else that is not consumed in a crayfish dinner . . . how about just throwing it out the window of your pickup as you motor down the road??? (hopefully, without hitting any bicyclists!)

Now this photo REALLY doesn’t do this oil rig’s size justice to the size. It’s parked in someone’s back yard!!!! Looked like an off shore oil platform sitting in a hay field!!!

Funny . . .there was this sign . . .

. . . followed right down the road by this option!!!!

As I rolled into Lafayette, we obviously were not approaching from the scenic side of town. Mostly salvage yards and out of business shops. However, here was the Chevy version of the old Henry Ford story where you could get a Model A in any color, as long as it was black. With this Chevy dealer EVERY truck and car were white, and I don’t think they were for fleet sales!!!

Should have waited until I got to Lafayette . . .

Soon the route turned through a really nice and tidy residential neighborhood. Well tended gardens . . .

and lots of streets with vegetative arches!!!!!

. . . including this beauty!!!!

I passed through the University of Louisiana where the Alumni Center indicated most of the alumni must be doing just fine!!!!

Here was the ‘exclusive’ Petroleum Club. Don’t even think of just showing up!!!!

Ahhhhhh . . . home sweet home for tonight. Tomorrow we start our mini-vacation from the Southern Tier. We are leaving most of our gear in one of the rooms we are renting and heading to New Orleans, by vehicle, for a couple days of R&R. Stay tuned . . .

The Bobcat . . . revisted

While trying to fall to sleep last night after the bedbug Chinese Fire Drill, I got to thinking of the dead bobcat and how taken we all were with it, even removing it from the road and me commenting how Linda had RESPECTFULLY moved it to the shoulder. Funny how we have not given the armadillo’s, skunks, possums or the wide variety of other roadkill we have encountered the same RESPECT, as we cycle past, trying to avoid it. They all play a part in keeping the planet in balance which helps support our life as we know it. Even the cockroaches we encountered in Langtry. Even English sparrows have a place in the environment! Humans seem to be naturally attracted to things that are visually and behaviorally appealing and not so much to things that are not. There is a life lesson there somewhere . . .

Good thing we got in by 1:30pm. By 2:30pm it was pouring and rained all afternoon.

Today starts our mini vacation, from our Southern Tier ride, as we  jumped in Brian and Gina’s van and headed to New Orleans. Lots of bayou along the way and the water looked HIGH. Can you say mosquito heaven!!!!

Had to make a pit stop along the way . . .

so what better place to stop than Gatorville . . .

where Ms. Gator welcomed us all . . .

. . . and what a deal on the same wood we have seen, for hundreds of miles, laying on the side of the roads and in ditches. Looks like their inventory is not moving too fast . . .

We arrived at Creole Gardens where Gina, Brian, Barb and Tom are staying. Nice place, except for the outside showers and bath.

Great use of color!!!

Their place even has it’s own DJ and disco area . . . but only operating on Friday night . . .

Oh . . . and they do have certain ‘house rules’ . . .

Neither Hurricane Katrina nor the New Orleans street department can keep this oak from hanging on to dear life!!!!!!

Margie, Linda, Dan and I are staying down the street in another Inn. Margie and Linda get the lower level and Dan and I are in the loft. Nice place . . . quiet, too.

Might be tricky getting down the staircase to the bathroom during the night. Depending on the degree of urgency, one could just slide down the pole!!!

It was 2:00pm by the time we all got settled in to our digs. Linda and I had a quick salad for lunch and headed to the WWII museum. The others walked down to Canal St and the French Quarter. Here is what happens when you cut everything off a ‘shotgun’ house but leave the end!!!! Funny!!!

The WWII museum is a must see in NO. REALLY well done! Rated the #4 most popular museum in the US, and #11, worldwide. It’s housed in three buildings, has two theaters, one 3D and one 4D (whatever that is).

The Higgin’s boat’s, played a HUGE part in the D-Day invasion and in the Pacific theater of action, were manufacturer right in NO by a small boat building company. Several General’s have been quoted as saying that with out it, MANY additional lives would have been lost during amphibious landings. It is one of many things that helped change the course of the war . . .

Full size example of the many versions manufactured . . .

. . . including he famous PT patrol boat. At the start of WWII, the US had the 18th largest military in the world. In 1940, our military budget was 1.8 billion dollars. By 1945, it was 81.5 billion!!!!!  Coming out of the worldwide depression, the US had virtually no unemployment during the war because of all the military material manufacturing. The start off the military/industrial complex!!!

One of the famous Enigma Code machines  . . .

. . . and a Norden bombsite that greatly improved the accuracy of Allied bombing runs.

Building two and three house the theaters and more exhibits. Overwhelming . . . information overload. Amazing how many fronts we operated on during the war and the coordination, logistics and politics that steered the course of the war.

Lots of great dioramas as you tour through the buildings. IT IS REALLY A MUST SEE WHEN IN NEW ORLEANS!!!! If you are short on time, skip Bourbon St.

LOTS of examples of war artifacts, of all varieties. Being interested in food and cooking, I made note of the Allies ‘mess’ operations. Big and functional . . . I presume, lots of one dish ‘hotdishes’meals . . .

. . . as compared to the Italian Officer,s private mess kit. Lots of equipment  . . .even came with it’s own folding table!!!! The Allies won the war but it t appears, at least the Italian’s, may have eaten better!!!!

Tonight, some of us chose to eat at Antoine’s, one of the grand old restaurants in NO. We took the trolley down to the French quarter and walked down Bourbon St to get to the restaurant. Not much has changed since I was last here 20 years ago, on a motorcycle trip. Still seedy, loud and vulgar.

. . . madhouse . . . many were already higher than a kite, carrying their drinks from one bar to another. We saw our first fight being broken up at about 6:30pm!!!! Lots of police around . . . they must REALLY get tired of this.

. . . of course I had to check in on my establishment to see how the days receipts were coming in . . .

Let the eating begin!!!

Soon Greg and Cindy joined us for dinner too . . .

The atmosphere, drinks, and food was DELICIOUS!!!! First white table cloth experience we’ve enjoyed on our journey!

My martini, Roquefort Salad Wedge, Sauvignon Blanc, Poulet aux Champignon, Pomme de Terre, Au Gratin . . . all made for one yummy culinary experience. (bad photos . . . camera was locked in the van and I had to use cell phone camera tonight).

. . of course I couldn’t leave without poking my head into one of the kitchens . . .

We retired to to Annie’s Annex, the bar associated with Antoine’s, to watch the Badger game. Three of us ordered mint julep’s to ease our minds regarding who was going to win . . .

. . . some were more worried than other’s and had needed more relieving!!!!! Go Badgers . . .

I was so jittery about the game, I had to order a ‘tummy calming’ piece of bread pudding to go with my mint julep!!!

. . . and so did the girls. Too Bad about the Badgers. It was an exciting game . . . but as in life, not everything turns out the way you would like it. The sun will still rise in the east and tomorrow will be another day. I did get a free Badger Bayou t-shirt from the Blind Pelican bar!!!!

Today would be all about exploring NOLA, on foot. Chance of rain all day so got to take an umbrella . . .

On the way out, I saw the maids were cleaning one of the ‘suites’. Just like ours . . but bigger!!!!

ahhhhh . . . don’t park your bike on the street over night. Might end up with just the frame and your lock, come morning!!!!

Met Cleo, left, 14 months old, and Cletus, right, 4 years old. They stay in the house with the AC running most of the day but are moving to CA with their owners in two weeks to the Laguna Beach area. Nice dogs!!!!

First stop today was the Garden District, a mile square area, of old, genteel, grand dame, type of homes . . . all very well restored. Nice shady and quiet area. The literature says don’t worry about taking photos . . . the residents are use to it!

Single family home . . .

Nice iron work . . .

I heard some doggy commotion up ahead, sounded like someone defending their territory and it actually ended up being two pups . . .

. . . sounding off to this visiting Great Dane. The owner said she only weighs 116 pounds . . . but she showed the locals pups there was a new dog in town . . .

. . . by tearing the rear quarter panel off this truck parked nearby!!!!!

Nice balconies . . .

Amazing how the oaks down here do their darnedest to hold their ground . . .

. . . filling every available square inch with roots. Wonder what the New Orleans Urban Forestry staff think of this????

Things are REALLY popping here in NOLA . . .

warm . . .

wet and HUMID!

This was a great little neighborhood bar in the middle of the area . . .

. . . with a friendly feel to the place.

You see a lot of these cruiser type bikes around town. Most are rentals.

. . . and GREAT ironwork on buildings and fences. Wonder if it is original?

Pricey to live in this area. This 8 bedroom place was going for $2.9 million!!!!!

WOW . . .

Nicely preserved . . .

This one bordered on being a little too cutesy . . . there was a fake dog in the doghouse!!!!

Lots of home maintenance and forestry trucks in the area. Continuing maintenance to keep these beautiful homes showing their best sides.

Look at that mass of roots . . .

. . . where possible the city is rerouting sidewalks around the trees. Good news, less compaction!!

Here was where Gustov Eiffel started his engineering career, in New Orleans. He started to build the Eiffel Tower in NOLA, but missed his home in Paris, moved back and the rest is history!!!!

So close . . .

At least this hotel is honest!!!!

There’s a movie being shot downtown. Here were some of the production vehicles . . .

. . . I was most interested in the great smells coming from the catering truck . . . lunch time, any samples???

Great old iron work on Canal Street  . . .

. . . if you don’t feel like walking, this is the best way to get around. $1.25 each way or an unlimited day pass for $3.00!!!!

Some great old signs still hanging around . . .

The waterfront park walk, right on the old Miss . . .

. . . took three tugs to move this barge downstream . . .

. . . musicians and buksters start young in NOLA!!!

The sign said, ‘Old Man River’ . . . lost in translation?????

I finally got to Café du Monde, home of the beignet . . .

. . . dough fried in hot oil and ‘lightly’ sprinkled with powdered sugar . . . what’snot to like!!!!

. . . didn’t take long and they were gone. Great NOLA tradition. May come back here tomorrow!!!

Nice church . . . reminds me of Disneyworld!!!

. . . led me back to Bourbon St on the way to our Inn . . .

. . . great dining opportunities . . .

as well as music listening opportunities’ . . .  At the Legends Music park. Music daily from 10:00am until . . . ????

all along the street . . .

Here was a city bike tour being conducted by the woman in yellow. Probably a great way to see town . . . but we are OFF the bikes for a few days.

Been looking at this building for two days now,  from all angles, and still don’t care for its shape!!!!

Louisiana, the state that oil built. . . and continues to support…

Tonight, some of us are going to Emeril’s Delmonico restaurant . . . can you say BAMMMMM!!!!

7:00pm  . . . Cindy, Greg and I were at Emeril’s ready for a culinary adventure. The plan was to eat early and head down to the French Market, joining Linda and Margie to hear some music. Soon Barb and Tom arrived for dinner too. First course . . . crayfish beignets . . . of course!!!!

Happy diners . . .

Me too with . . . martini, Caesar salad, yummy chicken, sauce, Pinot Grigio and roasted Brussels sprouts.

Barb and Tom arrived late and had to sit at a different table but came over later to visit . . .

For dessert, Cindy had the Baked Alaska . . .

Greg and I both had a piece of layered Salted Caramel Cake with apple buttered crumb compote . . . YUM!

It was after nine by the time we left Emeril’s and everyone was too full for any more fun  . . . so we took a SLOWWWW walk back to our abodes. Tomorrow back to Lafayette and the bikes!!!

We had this morning to do a little more exploring in New Orleans. So everyone headed off to see what they did not get to yesterday. I headed back to the Garden District . . .

 

. . .to see the Lafayette cemetery, I had missed.

Great shaded walking along St Charles Ave . . .

. . walked by the Blind Pelican, where I had been given a free Badger Sweet Sixteen T shirt two nights ago. Here was a new sign they had put up. If you don’t see enough fighting on Bourbon St, on a weekend, come on over here!!!!!

It’s lush down here . . . just cut anything off and it re-sprouts!!!!!

No painting of The Georgian exterior . . . need to do a little trimming every once in a while to keep the windows clear!!!!

Here was a great house I missed yesterday. It had had many expansions and facelifts . . . and in fact it was now a Cosmetic Surgery Center!!!!!

Nice ride . . .

The wall that surrounds the Lafayette Cemetery is actually crypts for the Creole folks that are buried here . . .

. . .  the more wealthy families have mausoleums for the whole family . . .

. . . Move in Ready!!!!

. . . once the coffin is inserted, the opening is bricked over and a decorative stone is cemented over that . . .

 

. . similar to what has been done here. Family members from 1809 to 2014!!!!

Several Fire Brigades had their own crypts for their members . . .

As I headed back to our area, I passed this place for sale . . . marked down to almost $8 million!!!!

Cute place with ‘fleur de lisle’ painting on the upper windows.

We are missing a HUGE music event by three days . . . but who knew when we set up our route and schedule . . .

. . . three days with 23 stages!!!!!

. . . including a Crawfish eating contest, featuring the eating champ . . .’The Black Widow’!!!

I did my best to knock off his Philly Sandwich before we headed back to Lafayette . . . succeeded too!!!

Tonight we would register for the Cycle Zydeco ride we are following through Louisiana . . .

. . . more food  . . .

. . . and Cajun Music. The fellow on the washboard to the left is a priest who would give us a send off blessing the following morning!!!!!

Chubby and is band did a great job . . .

Nice set of wheel that’s was raffled off . . . sadly no one from WI won.

Today is our first of four days on the Cycle Zydeco ride . . .

. . . celebrating EVERYTHING that is Cajun . . . culture, food & music!!!!

Part of the visiting WI crew waiting for the big rollout . . .

of three hundred riders. Here is the ‘biking padre’ giving the group a blessing . . .

. . . and encouraging us on with his prayer flag!!!!

Riders as far as you can see . . . we had a police escort out of town composed of about 12-15 vehicles. Must have been the whole police force . . .

Funny bike . . . funny costumes . . . seems like RAGBRAI in IA

We paralleled Hwy 90 . . .

. . . until we finally had to cross it to get out of town . . . the whole intersection was blocked for us . . .

. . . not sure whether these drivers were happy or not but we were for the escort we received from Lafayette’s finest!!!

Soon we were in the country, where living and especially the biking is easy . . . roads aren’t so good!!!

. . . but within 45 minutes we were at our first site to visit, The Parish Brewery. 9:45am, never too early for the ‘G’ to pound a couple down!!!!

. . . not sure if one of those is for Tom??????

Great biking jersey from Iowa!!!! Land of Corn.

Here was part of a planation that had been preserved including the pigeon or squab, as the French liked to call them before they ate them, coop. The holes midway up the structure are the openings for the birds to fly in and out.

Here was your typical trailer . . .with a big pickup truck, a big roof that had been added . . .

. . . and a BIG helicopter this guy owned. Nice way to commute!!!!

This guy didn’t have so much . . .

Soon it was time for another stop at a goat cheese factory for a little cheese, crackers and wine tasting. Three hundred people crowded around two picnic tables . . . mmmmmm.

They did have some great birds . . .

. . . and the little goats were not starved for attention!!!!!

As we rolled in for lunch, I saw this sign . . . Fried is the key word here. What’s fried is secondary!!!!

I had the chicken and sausage gumbo, over rice . . . nice!

We added another crop to our list of things we have seen growing on our adventure . . . sugar cane.

After only 45 miles, we were home for the night in Breaux Bridge . . . complete with a suspension bridge that lifts on cables.

At camp, there would be a little crayfish boil so all could sample the little critters, prepared by Marshall and Greg.

The bed of the pickup was full of gunny sacks of the little critters . . .

. . . potatoes were being cooked over what appeared and sound like a jet engine . . .

. . . next was the corn . . .

. . . and then only a few minutes for the crayfish . . . when they turn red they are done!!!

Barb, Cindy Greg, Tom and I dine at the Café Des Amis. Great food and service. We started with the Gator Shrimp with a Cajun hot sauce appetizer. YUM!!!

I had the fresh red fish stuffed with a creamy crabmeat filling, topped with lime beurre blanc sauce and served with sautéed vegetables and confit tomatoes. Delicious!!!

Chance of heavy thunderstorms tomorrow . . . could be interesting!!!

 

Woke to clouds and VERY dark skies . . . heavy weather predicted. But soon we were on our way from the school towards Opeloussa, our home for the night. 50 or 60 mile option today but most are taking the 50 mile route because of the weather . . .

. . . easy living on the river as we neared McGee’s landing  . . .

. . . where we enjoyed coffee and beignets. Great rest stop . . .

The brochure mentioned swamp buggy rides available, and I had visions of riding in one of these, as Smoochie had done on her last visit to LA . . . but it ended up being more of a pontoon boat that went out on the lake for a 1/2 hour cruise. Pending weather . . . most of us passed on the ride.

Saw this feller’ in the store with a photo of the guy who snagged him!!!!

Life seemed easy as we pedaled along the levee . . .

. . . and near some of the backwater bayou’s.

The beignets had hardly settled and it was time to stop at another brewery. Greg is trying to decide which of the eight to sample. He ended up having more than one . . . but less than eight!!!

Here was a weekend project in someone’s front yard . . . not sure how they are going to get it to the water.

We have developed a running joke on our Southern Tier ride about needing some ‘recovery’ after our daily rides. This suggestion would not work for us, though. We usually start ‘recovering’ about 3:00pm and it may last until dinner . . . and it happens 7 days a week. We do celebrate though with a number of different kinds of  beverages!!!!!

Soon we arrived in Arnaudville, our lunch stop. The skies were heavy but we were hungry again so stopped at one of the food venues . . . this one offering samples of boudin sausage.

Cindy was the first one brave enough to down one . . . consensus was they were too hot to fill a po’ boy . . .

So I had Claire make me up a shrimp po’ boy with their ‘secret’ tartar sauce, the store is know for. Delicious! Claire is from Canada, came down to visit her cousin, who owns the store, and was immediately put to work!  Merci, Claire!!!!

 

YUM . . . .

As we left Arnaudville I saw this display and stopped to see what it was all about. Ends up it is one of the 14 Catholic, Stations of the Cross, that stretches down the road, with one every half mile. Some are in peoples front yards . . .

 

We have had some BIG dogs come out after us on this trip but this one takes the cake . . . mmmmmmmmm, might not have been quite this big but seems so, after having had 3 IPA, ’samples’!!!

Here was an interesting little cemetery I passed by . . . only looks to be about 40 feet wide . . . sandwiched between two lots . . .

but still actively used!!!

A little rain must fall . . . but right after taking this photo, the heavens opened up and for the rest of the afternoon it was RAINNNNNNNN . . .

 

Tonight there was a group dinner at the arena, where all the campers are staying overnight.

Plenty of pre dinner beer supplied by the ride . . .

Everything Cajun with either fried or grill catfish . . . and

. . . funnel cakes for dessert. Gaylord was one happy guy . . .

Yummmm . . . more fried dough!!

So . . . if you were camping indoors because of the wet ground outside, you could stay here and sleep on the floor with 300 of your best new friends, and use the two woman’s and men’s bathrooms, located on the back wall (arrow shows Tommy G’s little hovel) . . .  or . . .

. . . you could stay where I did. Easy choice for me!!!!

No rain during the night . . . yippee. We’ve had enough to last for a couple of weeks . . . but more on the way tomorrow. Today would be an easy 35 mile ride ride to Mamou, where we would see two of the most authentic Cajun cultural icons around, T-Boys Meat Market and Fred’s Tavern.

. . . but not before adding another species to the my list of road kill . . . a boa constrictor that tried to constrict a car tire but lost the battle . . 

Our half way point today (at the 15 mile mark) is Mamou . . . not to be missed.

Tommy Boy stopped in to make sure everything was going OK at his meat market . . .

. . . where you could not only get award winning boudin . . .

especially the crawfish version . . .

but just about any Cajun meat product you wanted. Along with pigs ears and snouts!!!!!

Let’s see . . . can I balance a bag of crawdads on my bike rack until I get to our overnight school 15 miles down the road . . . a deal at $50!!!!

Next stop was a local, and state landmark, Fred’s Tavern . . .

located the Cajun Capital of the World!!!!

Evidently Fred past away a number of years ago and his widow, who wanted to close the bar down, was persuaded to keep the place open and the traditions alive. Now . . . the bar is only open Saturdays, from 9:00am until 2:00pm!!! When we got there at 9:20am, it was already standing room only and the Bloody Mary’s were flowing like water!!!

The band was in full swing when we arrived and this Vet was really cutting the rug, one song after another, with a different woman each time!!!!!

Seemed like every band member was smoking and this steel guitar player didn’t even put his cigarette down in between song’s. Great dexterity!!!

This Cajun dancing star was heading out about 10:30am. While checking his cell phone, I asked him if he had a date, resulting from all of his dance moves. He said  . . .”No, he was heading home to take a nap!!!!

Across thee street was the lunch stop for the day but because it was only 11:00am we decided to move on to Eunice and have lunch. I did stop at the Donut Queen though for a couple of dozen donut holes. More fried food!!! It was just the young girl behind the counter, an older gent and me in the store. They wanted to know all about the ride we were on . . . I didn’t understand much of what they were saying though. Listen to the woman reading from the script in the movie above to get a sample. English, French, Cajun all mixed up together. I just nodded my head and smiled a lot!!!!

Enough to feed an army!!!!

On the way into Eunice, we finally saw several of the boys using small boats to harvest the crayfish. They lift the screen traps out of the water and dump the dads’  into a cooler in the boat. The water is probably only 12-15 inches deep so the boat is propelled by a rubber paddle wheel on the back. You can see it churning around on the port side!!!

Another quiet night for me at the Comfort Inn. Some of the people sleeping in the gym, at the overnight school, do tend to go a little overboard with their accommodations!!!!!

Had a little tummy ache tonight . . . too many donuts holes, fried food and Cajun spices . . . I think!!!!

 

Woke to the sound of rain!!!!  Rain !! Rain!!! Rain!!!! . . . for the next 5 days. Today was 80-100% depending on the local location. Only 30, of the 315 riders, rode today, the rest taking the buses and sags into Lafayette.  Denver Tom and I chose to ride.

Finally saw, close up, one of the rigs used to harvest the crawdads . . . big motor that powers . . .

. . . a hydraulic motor. The fins on the paddle wheel are only 4-8 inches long. They put up a heck of a plume as they are motoring around the ponds.

In between the raindrops I was able to take a few photos including this pile of stuff lined up outside a couple of double wide trailers . . .

. . . that also had another personal helicopter . . .

. . . some people REALLY have their priorities right!!!!

Not sure what this guy was doing with this Minuteman missile out in his front yard. Maybe he can see Russia from his deck!!!

Another species listed . . . have seen a lot of these poor feller’s, but most were not ‘photo presentable’!

Interesting, folks build their houses down here, even newer ones like this, on cement pilings. No basements, so I guess this is the construction method of choice. Could make it easier to ‘re-level’ a house if it gets out of whack.

They say all roads lead to Rome . . .

. . . sort of a theme going on here!!

First gauge like this we have seen since mid TX . . .

I’m not sure this ‘dillo was actually hit . . . he may just be sleeping it off after a long night of partying, thus the Mardi Gras beads.

Some people in LA are doing just fine . . .

The ride, for those of  us who rode, ended in Scott, LA.  I was the first one in!!!!  No food available because the buses and vans were busy ferrying people and bikes to Lafayette, so I decided just to ride another nine miles to Lafayette. Only 170 feet of elevation gain today, stretched over 49 miles. This crossing over the interstate probably accounted for 40 feet of it!!!

Tomorrow we are back on route to New Roads, LA. 100%  chance of rain!!!!