We high-tailed it out of New Orleans, via the interstate, so that we could get some breakfast elsewhere. I found it really interesting how so many of the roadways on the outskirts of New Orleans are built upon waterways. This is around the same time as when they opened the spillways. The water we were driving over was torrents of raging water. There were large trees that were almost completely submerged. Another oddity that we ran across, while leaving New Orleans, was a row of power lines that ran off into what appeared to be the middle of the ocean.
Once we were clear of the New Orleans area, we finally stopped for some food. Just about the only place we could find, that wasn’t a chain, was Camile’s Cajun café. I can’t say that I would recommend the place to anybody. I ordered a cup of seafood gumbo that was very briny. Maybe they’re all like that, but I had to put a couple crackers in it to make it edible. I also had a Cajun chicken sandwich that, while cooked well, was not at all spicy like the term “Cajun” would suggest. To top it off, the place had possibly the slowest service I’ve ever seen. We were easily there for an hour to an hour and a half.
Crossing the state border into Texas, I almost expected as clear of a change as we experienced from Georgia to Florida. I expected long straight roads with limited vegetation. This wasn’t the case at all though, and it was some pleasant scenery and roads. The towns were vastly different. They all seemed to have an air of old west to them, no matter how modern they were.
Initially we had a horrible experience with Texas drivers near Jasper. One guy even passed us on the shoulder despite that section of road being a clear passing section. We soon realized that this was the exception and that many Texas drivers are extremely polite.
Sam Houston National Forest was our destination for the evening. We came to a nice little campground that was only $10. It was fairly crowded but very clean and good amenities. They even had a little food prep table next to the picnic table. The camp host came over and chatted us up about motorcycles. One camp neighbor came over asking about our hammocks because he was thinking about one, and another neighbor that was taking his grandkids camping invited us over for burgers. We had just eaten but still accepted because he said the burgers would go to waste. Boy am I glad that we had them. Mmmm, cooked just right and seasoned with some spices.
As darkness set in, we excused ourselves because Mike had to put his new foot peg on. In New Orleans he was able to pick a new one up to replace the broken one from Georgia. I tested out some long exposure nighttime photography, but ambient light from other campers made it impossible. With that attempt done, I headed off to my hammock and quickly fell asleep. It ended up being a good day.
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