Once we were done Jeeping in Colorado, we headed east.
Our first stop was a repeat visit to our friends Tom and Dianne, on our way out of Colorado. I was so excited about the fresh veggies from their garden that they were willing to share, that I didn’t get any pictures of Tom and Dianne. Oh well…we will be back.
Leaving them, it was Labor Day weekend and we snagged a spot at Santa Rosa State Park in New Mexico. We were surprised there was availability at this park on Labor Day weekend, but when we got there and realized the nearby lake is at 7% capacity, we understood why. Instead of swimming, we headed to “The Blue Hole”.
This is a very small lake- 80 ft in diameter at the surface, and 80 ft deep-its one of the most popular scuba diving destinations in the U.S. It is a natural artesian well, fed by a spring, with the water cycling out every 6 hours.The water was stunningly beautiful but at 60 degrees I didn’t feel like plunging in, so we observed for a while and then left to explore the rest of the town.
Our next stop on our way to Louisiana was at our friends’ house in Abilene TX. Wil is a fraternity brother of Paul’s and we stop and see them whenever we are nearby. After a terrific dinner our first night, we left them for the day so they could work, and headed to Frontier Texas, a local museum showcasing what the Texas frontier was like, back in the day.
I thought it was interesting that this area was a frontier more than once. Very early on, native Americans peacefully lived in this area, until the Comanche Indians, who had the advantage of access to horses, and the expert ability to ride them, invaded the area and took it over.
It wasn’t long before businessmen from the east discovered that Buffalo hides were valuable and hunted them almost to extinction. From 40 million strong the buffalo numbers were decimated and they came close to extinction.
The museum had some interesting holographic images of people who told their personal story, that made the history lesson more interesting.
After leaving Wil and Gayle, we spent one night on the road before arriving at Betty’s RV Park in Abbeville LA, for a week. We have been here once before and I have to say- Betty’s is a unique experience. Unfortunately for us, this time around, Betty was on vacation, so not there, and in fact, we were the only guests in the RV Park. Betty did call us twice to make sure we were having a good time. Her friend Brenda filled in for her,and we had a great time getting to know her, and her dog, Hitch.
After a month of being busy in Colorado, we were ready for some “down” time and found it difficult to get moving every morning. We did manage to do a few things in the week we were in Abbeville, but not many-
The most important thing we wanted to do is head to Buck and Johnny’s for a rip-roaring Zydeco breakfast. The music was awesome, but the service was terrible –so slow that we never got a chance to dance before they closed. Next time, we will be the first ones in the door.
Our other major outing was to Rip Van Winkle gardens. This property was originally the home of Joseph Jefferson, who, it is said, played the role of Rip Van Winkle over 5000 times (in the early 1800s), so its no surprise that the gardens are named Rip Van Winkle Gardens.
The property was eventually sold to John Bayless, who soon sold the salt mine beneath the land and lake (to Diamond Crystal), and built a new, expensive home along the banks of the lake. In 1980 a Texaco drilling rig, located on the lake, pierced the caverns of the salt mine, flooding the entire mine. The resulting vortex swallowed the entire lake, 65 acres of land, 5 barges, 2 drilling rigs, and Bayless’s brand new house. All that remains of the house is the chimney. Remarkably, no one died.
Paul had heard the story of the vortex, so it was pretty neat to be here and see where it happened, first hand. When I did a web search, pictures and videos showed up of the actual disaster, but there were no clear pictures worth sharing (google Lake Peigneur disaster).
The gardens themselves were ok, and included the original house, but it was clear that we were past peak growing season here.
Pretty much the only other thing we did all week was go out to dinner at a restaurant that had live music. I had the most relaxing time that I have had in a long time at a restaurant. I told the waitress we were not in a rush and she paced the meal perfectly.
I laughed at the menu, because on one side of it, there was literally nothing I was willing to eat.
But after a beer or two, I did try alligator bites, and determined that they tasted “like chicken”.
There was a one man band, playing music I enjoyed, so the whole night was a “win”.
And then we arrived in New Orleans.
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As soon as we bought our tickets to the “Saints” game, we booked an RV park. It’s only one mile from the Superdome, and we have stayed there before, so we were happy to be walking distance from both the superdome, and Bourbon Street.
We have surprisingly discovered that we are over Bourbon Street, but we did walk to a restaurant on St. Peter’s street called The Gumbo Shop- we both had Jambalaya that was delicious.
We met several people at the RV park who were also there for the game (mostly Saints fans) and we were happy to hear that they planned to walk to the game as well. Even still, we did a test walk the day before, just to make sure. It took us 18 minutes to get to the stadium.
I knew this was probably (hopefully? he needs to retire) the last time I would see Tom Brady play, so we paid to get decent seats.
To our surprise, a “hockey” style fight broke out during the game. Although not physically involved, I could see from the sidelines, that TB12 was definitely part of the fracas.
The team, and Brady, didn’t play their best, but they ended with a win, which is mostly what counts, so I was happy.
I promised the couple in this picture that I would share the photo on my blog…..Although they were the ONLY ones standing, and several people behind them had asked them to sit down, they refused, continuing to block everyone’s view.
As far as our trek eastward, the term “in for a penny, in for a pound” came to mind. Our good friends Mike and Julie are spending the summer in North Carolina, a “mere” 800 mile drive from New Orleans, so, yep, we decided to beeline there to spend a week with them before heading back west.
