Arg! Let’s go back to New Orleans!
It’s the 21st century and you’re invited, South Carolina!
Boom Town
Glad to be out of Mississipi, the last state to ratify the 13th amendment barring slavery. They did this 130 years after everyone else, in 1995.
They also have the worst/rudest drivers we’ve encountered on our trip so far…we do still have to go through Massachusetts though so this distinction won’t stand.
Can’t be in New Orleans without getting an Ignatius J. Reilly special…The Dunce Diet!
After several days in the desert, I was very much looking forward to seeing water.
This is not what I had in mind.
Bitch, where the muthafuggin bees go at?
Leaving the sun behind us we drove late into the night (okay 9pm) in order to finally reach the Gulf of Mexico and Padre Island just off Corpus Christi.
And thank Christ…after 3 days of dirt and rocks and nose-bleedingly dry air, the sea salted humidity is heavenly. It feels like home, what with all the nautical themes around. Well okay, the lobby of the hotel looks like Wyland and Bob Ross had a love child, but it makes me happy.
Tomorrow, seafood!
I forgot the Alamo was here in San Antonio!
The Southwest is crawling with white pickup trucks. I bet we’ve seen two Chevy trucks for every scorpion in the desert.
