Road Trip 2009 travel blog


The Pelican State
9 October - Just after noon, I proceeded to The Abita Springs RV Resort in Abita Springs, where I checked in for a week. The only thing thicker than the air around these parts is the language. It is quite interesting to listen to and it can be down right hard to understand at times. Later in the day I enjoyed a Cajun catfish dinner at the clubhouse with hush puppies and fries (read: grease, grease, and more grease). Sometime during the night the humidity broke, kind-of like when a fever breaks, and the evening and morning hours became much more bearable. However, the 10-day forecast is calling for t-storms and temps in the mid-to-high eighties everyday until after I leave here. Yikes! I expect to gain at least a 100 pounds this week.

10 October - I drove to town and got only slightly wet as I did a little walking and caching in the rain. Abita Springs got it’s name from the natural artesian springs in the area and today the Abita Springs Brewery uses the water to brew various types of beers, including root beer. The root beer is unusual as it’s made using Louisiana sugarcane for sweetening instead of the normally utilized high-fructose corn syrup. It’s on my list to try while I’m here.

11-15 October - Spent most of this time sightseeing, walking, caching, and sweating.

16 October - Mother nature came through here last night with a vengeance in the form of a nasty t-storm but, she replaced the warm muggy air with a cool and bright sunny morning with NO humidity. What a difference a storm makes. Too bad I’m leaving today. Bummer!

UPDATE: I just called in for an additional night and they approved it. I’m so happy now...............Thank-you Lord.

What a great day I had, I’m so glad that I stuck around. It was a perfect sunny day with a high of 75 and low humidity. About noon I drove to downtown Abita Springs to check on a couple of caches that I couldn’t find on a previous hunt. I did manage to find one of the two but the other is still a mystery. After the hunt, I stopped in at this place called the UCM (pronounced "You-see-em") Museum. A very strange place indeed, kind-of a cross between a fun house, a folk art museum and a collection of very odd items. Anyhoo, I went there to rent a bike but John, the owner, said he stopped renting bikes but he had one I could borrow for free. It was in pretty good shape so I took him up on his offer and headed north on the Tammany Trace. 12 miles and a couple of hours later when I returned the bike, I gave John a small donation, although he insisted he didn’t want one. The donation was more for his trust then for the bike. I could have easily ripped him off. I am very pleased to know that there are still people like John out there. God bless you John.

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