We estimated that the bridge was about 20 miles long. There are several turn-arounds along the way in case, oh I don't know, you change your mind?? Or emergency vehicles need to come out and then go back? Craig was somewhat nervous about being on the bridge. I wasn't - until he mentioned it.
The water was smooth and clear. Do you see the blue skies? By the time we got to New Orleans, it was raining. Hard.
Then, suddenly it wasn't.
We passed a lot of trees where beads had been thrown just weeks before during Mardi Gras.
The buildings in the French Quarter really are beautiful.
This is the front of the police station.
We walked down Royal Street. It's much cleaner and nicer than Bourbon Street.
Bourbon Street is pretty sleezy. Generally not a good place. We didn't walk far on this street, but instead, found a nice restaurant on the second floor and stopped for dinner. We were directed up this questionable staircase.
We had a good view of the street and the tourists. You can see two policemen patrolling on horseback.
You can also see that there were a lot of families there. The police were just blocking off the street to car traffic, which they do every night about 7.
At one restaurant, you could pick out live crawdads, if that is what you had a hankering for. YUM!
After dinner, we watched two street performers. They were excellent. And funny. Check out these three clips.
Then just as we were leaving we spotted this hidden gem - a quiet, secluded restaurant.
From New Orleans, we travelled to Baton Rouge for the night. The next morning we stopped at the temple.
Not to far out of Baton Rouge, you cross the Mississippi River. Not sure what is responsible for the funky coloring, but I'm sure it's my fault somehow. It really was a beautiful blue sky.
After you cross the river, you are still in Louisiana - for a LONG time. But I couldn't resist taking this screen shot of the freeway intersection we went through - because REALLY??? I'm from California and even I though this was ridiculous. It SAYS Houston, Texas, but that was our destination, not our location.
My son, Chad, and his family live in Houston. That was our next stop. We LOVED visiting with them. Here are two pictures taken as we were waiting for our table at the restaurant.
This is Chad and Caitlin.
And here are their children, Della and Archer.
By this point, Craig was really sick. He'd been coughing for a few days, but now his throat was so sore he couldn't talk or swallow. We went to the temple, but Craig just stayed in the outer waiting room. The temple was beautiful inside, accented with rich dark wood. Again, we have yellow sky. Sigh. Maybe it's an exposure kind of thing.
After visiting Urgent Care and getting drugs, we continued on. Our final stop in Texas was to Dallas. Craig's daughter, Stacie, lives there. I took this picture outside her apartment to send back to Indiana - they had snow. hee hee
Josiah stayed home from school on Monday, Brighton was sick. We headed for the Family Fun Center for some R & R.
It was the first time I'd even driven the go-carts. I must admit that it wasn't as fun as it may have looked. Ten laps was a LONG time. I would have settled for five, maybe three.
In this picture you can clearly see that Craig is ahead of his grandson, Josiah.
Here is Stacie bringing up the rear.
About 1/2 way through, Craig is now in 2nd place.
Craig's favorite activity was the drag racing. I captured the three races on video, but it was on Craig's phone, and so I won't post them here. Sorry.
Next blog will include, Oklahoma, New Mexico, and Arizona. Craig is starting to ask, "Are we there yet?" every time we get in the car. I don't blame him.
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