To help make the rain go away, Paul mixed up some Mint Juleps and pretty soon we didn't care. We'll get to the Big Easy next time we are here. To pick up our spirits even more, the next morning we went to Cafe Du Monde for that New Orleans favorite - Beignets.
With our bellys full we headed out for a 4 hour drive to Oakdale where our old buddy Herman Ware lives. As we left the park, we spotted the Great Horned Owl the ranger had told us about. It has come back to the same tree to raise another batch of Owlets as it has done for the last 5 years (eat your heart out Billy). It is the two small pointed ears you see in the top center of the tree.
We made good time and arrived at Herman's house in 3.5 hours. He lives at the end of a dead end street and we were going to park our RVs in his lot for the time we were there. The first job was to turn them around - my 14 ft long camper was no problem but Paul's much longer camper proved to have a mind of its own.
It had rained up there the day before also and the ground was muddy. Paul's truck was up to it's axles in the soft ground. We hitched my truck up to his back end but only succeed to get it in deeper. Finally had to call for the pros (a friend of Herman) and in no time we had it out of the ditch.
This picture is out of order but it shows the trust everyone now has in Paul's driving - even the neighbor was out to help direct.
Herman had arranged for all kinds of Cajun treats - we had jambalaya for supper. Lunch the next day was Cracklin' and Boudin Balls and Boudin (the sausage looking thing). Polly didn't eat any!
Herman's sister brought over a Kings Cake (half Lemon and half Barvarian cream) for dessert.
Herman has a Dachshund named Dixie who is slightly overweight but can sit up to look out the window forever.
Herman's message on his phone answering system is something to the effect that if Dixie likes you he will return your call - I of course assumed that Dixie was Herman's lady friend and when I met her I called her Dixie - Wrong, Dixie is the dog and Gloria is her name. That's her with Herman admiring a trike.
What do two old submariners talk about when they get together? - submarines of course!
On Fat Tuesday we went to the town of Momou - the self-proclaimed Zydeco capital of the world. They had a parade of sorts - mostly horses - and a lot of Cajun music - and some great jambalaya.
The band played and people danced all day long
Remember when Catrina hit and they brought in FEMA trailers for everyone to live in - Well some have been put to good use and have become permanent homes.
But the rest of them are just parked in big fields and nobody knows what to do with them.
Along the roads going to Momua were a lot of flooded fields - these it turned out were flooded to raise Crayfish.
In addition to the flooded fields, Crayfish are all over the place - everybody's front lawn has these little dirt piles which crayfish make when digging their homes.
Good bye Louisiana - Hope to see you again someday.
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