The Internet at Quiet Oaks RV Park was so unreliable that we gave up early this morning and headed on out–about 10:30 a.m. Hey, that’s my early!
In Kinder there’s a pizza place with a phone number for “Room Service”. Now I have pizza on the brain.
As we drove through Elton, Louisiana, I saw two brick jail cells in a park by the railroad tracks. We were past them before I had time to realize what I saw. If any of you pass that way would you please stop and find out why they are there?
I saw an Edsel in a car port with a 4 sale sign on it. I wonder if it had push button shift?
As we drove into Eunice I saw a WalMart sign. Since we had spent part of our pre-departure time this morning working on our grocery list, I suggested we stop there. WalMart is one of the places that give you enough notice of their location that you have time to make a last minute decision to turn in there. They didn’t have my pizza, though.
Then we visited the Prairie Acadian Cultural Center.
Did you know the French Catholic Acadians landed in Canada about the same time the British Protestants were landing at Plymouth Rock? Or that after years of fighting between the French and British, the British forcibly removed the Acadians? Interesting then, isn’t it, that the natives of that country are called Canadians? The Acadians that wound up in Louisiana morphed into today’s Cajuns. Where they are still mostly French Catholics along with being Americans.
All that I learned from one of the movies available for viewing at the Acadian Cultural Center. We would have watched more movies but the Center’s air conditioning was broken today and the humidity is nearly 100%. I did see a bonnet in the museum’s displays I think I should have. It is designed to protect you from the sun while allowing the breezes to pass through. I would look even more weird than usual wearing it, though.
We drove by several cities of the dead. Since the water table here prevents underground burials, there are above ground mausoleums instead. They are well maintained with lots of flowers making them look like inviting places, but I wouldn’t want to live there. OK, that was pretty bad but I couldn’t resist.
As we passed some rice paddies Dave said one of the things he learned at the Acadian Cultural Center is that, in winter, some farmers use those rice paddies to raise crawfish. I have never been hungry enough to be tempted to eat a crawfish.
In Opelousas, Louisiana, we saw a Pizza Hut and turned in to have lunch. But it was strictly take out. So we searched on pizza and learned there’s another one in town only a few blocks away. Yay! We ordered enough pizza to each get a couple of meals out of them. Dave’s has several kinds of meat on it and mine has no meat at all. Things like that sometimes make me wonder how we wound up together–for nearly 45 years so far.
Then we headed to South City Park in Opelousas which advertises 67 campsites with water and electrical hookups for $10 a night. There are two paved parking lots with electrical poles around the edges at the north end of the park and huge, grassy, lumpy, meadows at the south end with hookups scattered all over the place. The ranger recommended not picking the one we were looking at because it will turn to mud in tonight’s predicted rain. So we picked the most level other one we could find and have settled in for the evening.
TTYL,
Linda