After two great weeks in New Orleans it was time to leave the bayou.
Shortly after crossing Lake Pontchartrain is the Mississippi border and I stopped at the welcome center rest area to find …
Then I stopped at a little town in Florida, Bonifay, where it rained for 40 7 days and 40 7 nights, flooding the nearby Choctawhatchee River. Finally it’s time to move on to Ozark, Alabama and pick up my new motorcycle trailer.
Yes, this is my 3rd trailer in just over a year. If this doesn’t work out I’m putting training wheels on the bike and towing it with a nylon strap.
This one is a Baxley trailer which has a pretty unique loading mechanism. So far, so good. I’m hanging here another few days to sell the old trailer on eBay where the bidding is way higher than I expected and there’s still a few hours left in the auction. Then I’ll be heading to sunnyrainy better be sunny Florida for a little time at the beach.
I need a GPS for the bike, but I’ll get back to that.
New Orleans, what a great place. On my first trip into the city I took the Canal Street Ferry from Algiers Point to Canal Street. The ferry is free, but no longer takes vehicles – passengers only.
As soon as you step onto Canal Street you know you’re in a different world. The energy. The scents – fine food, fine cigars and pot pull you in. After warming up with a little gumbo, I took the St. Charles streetcar into the Garden District for a foot tour of the district and the cemetery.
I’ve got photos of 30+ homes, including the famous – Sandra Bullock, John Goodman, the Mannings, Nic Cage, but damn if I know which is which.
I grabbed a shrimp po boy and a cigar, Romeo y Julietta #4, back along Canal Street, then headed back to camp.
A GPS Would be Nice
Back on the other side of the river I headed back to camp. Now it’s 16 turns and about 12 miles back to the state park, but two turns in I found myself on a bridge back across the river and wound up in the central business district – a maze of one way streets, closed streets, high rises, and construction. It took about half an hour and 4 stops to check my phone for directions to make it back to the bridge and then back across the Mississippi.
I’ve grown dependent on being able to use the phone GPS in an unfamiliar place. Not being able to do that on the bike can be tough.
I’m staying at Bayou Segnette state park in Westwego, Louisiana for the next week or two. Westwego is just across the Mississippi river from New Orleans, making it perfect for an RVer’s visit to the city. Really liking the park so far. Haven’t seen a gator in the bayou … yet.