No Whiners in Louisiana

No Whiners in Louisiana

This is a quick and dirty entry, folks. April 6 finds us at a tiny museum on the side of Rt 90 in west Texas. However, I do want to tell you that coastal Louisiana was shockingly desolate, mostly due to Hurricane Rita of a few years back. We slept in the Rendezvous in the middle of what used to be a community of 300+ homes. Now it is nothing but gravel, a few rebuilt cottages, and maybe a dozen trailers. Nancy and Dick of Johnson Bayou came out of their rebuilt home, offered us a plot of grass to camp on and shared their before and after pictures. They were so positive and vow to make a life again there on the shores of the Gulf of Mexico. These Louisianans wouldn't take a penny for their hospitality, suggesting we "pass it on to someone along the way who needs assistance." We will. Early the next morning we made our way through a maze of natural gas and oil refinery 'stuff' and over the bridge to Port Arthur, Texas. More on Texas later.