Tuesday April 22. Jackson, LA to Kentwood, LA. 48 miles.
A relative short day to greet us on resumption of the ride. Everyone enjoyed the time in NO, but were glad to get back on the road. Now less than 2 weeks left. Hard to believe...
Today was non-eventful. Very overcast, a smattering of rain with the threat of thunderstorms still lingering. We are at another church, mix of camping and staying inside the church.
No real stories from today, just a couple of reflections from NO.
We went to the WWII museum as I noted. Saw a movie that provided an overview of the war. During certain battle scenes, the seats vibrated to enhance the experience. When the first rattling hit, I thought I was back on the road from Del Rio, TX, hitting the chip and seal roads and their terrible riding surfaces. Flashback...
Also, spent Sunday night in a hostel. That was fine, except I was assigned an upper bunk with no ladder to get me topside. There was some rail type steps at the end of the bed, but they were about 3 inches from the wall, thus no use whatsoever. I spent 2 years at Wake a Forest in an upper bunk, but those years of youth and flexibility are long gone, so I was effectively trapped once upstairs. To get down, I ultimately worked out a 'controlled fall' to the lower bunk, ending in a bounce to the floor. I felt that I was in a gymnastics competition every time I had to 'dismount'.
Last story, the Easter Parade that we saw in NO was sponsored by and named for a lady that is the oldest, let's just say 'dancer'', in NO. Age unknown, number of plastic surgeries also unknown. She has been doing this for over 30 years.
Showers today were in homes of some of the individuals here in the church. I was fortunate enough to go to the home of a former mayor, who was also a WWII veteran. Nick saw action in the Battle of the Bulge, he and his wife were great fun to visit with. This in home hospitality was a first for us on the trip. Nice.
The dinner provided by the folks of the church where we are staying was exceeded only by the gracious friendliness of the people themselves. What a treat in all regards.
Note. Our town tonight, Kentwood, I was told, is the home of Brittany Spears.
No pictures today. Back to work tomorrow.
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