Trip Start Dec 31, 2012
94Trip End May 04, 2013
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Nasty Interstate 10/12
The Park was a bit out of the way, but well worth the drive through a very varied landscape. From an abandoned slaughterhouse to open meadows to newly constructed houses. The azaleas are still blooming well here and showed us a few new colors to admire.
The camp is quiet, save a few transplanted New Yorkers next to us. No offense, Tommy, but they were LOUD! They did give us a friendly wave as we passed going on a short walk to the fishin' pond. There are gators in the pond as one young fisherette pointed out to us. You could see it lazin' in the sun near the middle of the pond.
She said that she catches bass and some other species here. All are white-fleshed and good eating. Her little toddler guy took one look at me and broke into tears... Always an insight...
We spent a few hours then on the deck that accompanied our site, reading. Seventy degrees and calm winds seems to agree with us.
We left a bit later than usual and headed out for Abbeville, LA, about a hundred and twenty miles west.
The road was easy at first. Once again we passed over the Bailey(?) Bridge, a stretch of some eighteen miles over the swamps. Not as many egrets were visible as on the way down, but the water looked refreshing and is some spots lots of boats laden with fisherman were seen. Then, the stretch of road that we had forgotten re-appeared out of nowhere! It's fourteen miles of HELL. Made up of aging concrete, we got a shock every eight feet from the joints and tipped sections of road. Everything, and I mean everything, in the coach got at least temporarily re-located. You can't imagine how stressful an hour or even less of this type of jolting can can be. But then, we turned off near Lafayette to find Abbeville. The roads were only somewhat better and still concrete, but the traffic was horrendous. (Flare for the Dramatic noted.)
After getting confused a few times we finally pulled into Betty's RV Campground. We were met by Dan, Betty's agent for the day. This place is what you could call a "Hole in the Wall." It's very crowded, plain gravel and FRIENDLY. As we stopped, at least half a dozen on campers came out to meet and welcome us. A new experience for us, to be sure. While Dan guided me into our site, Lynn visited. We hope to go out for a bit of seafood to celebrate Good Friday. She got the name of a great crawdad and shrimp place that's open today.
It's hot here too. We're sitting in Shorty with the AC on high and searching the 'Net and such. Happy Hour is at four thirty and it should really be something!
We just got back from the nightly Happy Hour here in the park. Lots of fine, friendly folks. (Alliteration) I visited at length with a fella who also served in the USAF at about the same time. He was involved in aircraft, including the B-52 and C-130. Very interesting, for sure.
Also met "un homme" from Quebec. I do love the French accent and the beauty of English when it is spoken thus. He lives near the seacoast and was interesting to visit with. Betty, the proprietor, is a vivacious lady and is most welcoming and friendly. She's the biggest reason for the friendliness here. We had hors doervres and brought our own drinks. Birthdays were celebrated with singing and general frivolity. A great time is a simple setting... It got a bit chilly, down to seventy with a breeze, so we retired (Great word, eh?) to Shorty for the evening. We're lookin' to find a flea market in the area, as we do love to check 'em out.