resolutely The eastbank of the river is not heavily developed in Plaquemines Parish, but periodically along the river you will see chain-link fence behind which sit large industrial complexes; I saw a grain elevator that smelled like Honey Nut Cheerios, pouring grain directly into a tanker ship: no packaging, just grain dumped straight onto seabound steel. […]
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Pointe a la Hache.
17-May-14buy provigil online mexico I landed on the eastbank and immediately the place was different. It was quiet here – no highway, and indeed, no people. There was a structure, right across from the ferry landing, which was actually old – somehow or other an old wooden house had survived the hurricanes. It was abandoned, mind you, but it […]
Night on the Big River.
13-May-14That night in my tent I awoke to find the light strangely changed – was it morning already? I looked at my phone – no, it was only two a.m. Everything inside the tent was lightly wet – it must have started raining. I put my shoes on to get the rain-covering on the tent. […]
Gas Station Dinner.
13-May-14I had stopped to camp at mile 34 on my odometer; it ended up being three miles in the dark to get to downtown Port Sulphur, where I was told there was one store open in the evenings that would have food – a gas station. I had a headlight for the bike, but its […]
Empire, Louisiana.
13-May-14The Otters of Saint Ann Empire.
13-May-14Buras did indeed have a little downtown, but the shops were all boarded up or abandoned; it did have a library, however, built on stilts. Local government has apparently made the determination that future floods are to be expected. I visited at a Vietnamese coffee shop just to see it, and got a soda in […]
Where Even the Gravestones Are Racist.
12-May-14There was a battered sign by the road advertising Our Lady of Good Harbor – masses at 11 a.m. and 7 p.m. Sundays, 5 p.m. Saturdays – but there was no building anymore. I couldn’t even see a foundation for one. There was a cemetery. I used to walk around cemeteries often enough – I […]
Fort Jackson and Coming into Buras.
12-May-14After Boothville there was some waste ground, which was coming up in forest; here there appears to be ground enough to grow trees. Cycling along the levee I came to the ruins of an old fort, Fort Jackson, which had been built in 1830 to complement a similar Spanish fort on the other side of […]
When Life Gives You Mud…
12-May-14When life gives you mud, start a Mud Equipment Company. It was closed, but I really wanted to go in and say, “How’s the mud equipment business was in Louisiana? I’ve been thinking of starting one in the Catskills, and I’m gathering information.” In Venice, Louisiana.
North through Venice.
10-May-14I left a bit late my first morning on the road – some of it was that I was not planning on cycling that much that day – it is best to start slowly, if you intend to keep going for a long time – but there was a little bit of fear, that gave […]