Skipping across the south. We left Joe and the Audubon RV Park following US 90 to the east. Our next stop was New Orleans. We stayed at French Quarter RV Park, one block north of Rampart, leaving a two block walk to the French Quarter. For entertainment we walked the French Quarter, again with a stop at Cafe du Monde
As we prepared to leave Beaumont after the rains stopped and the water started to drain off, we had to decide where to stop next. Checked all our resources, no Harvest Host within a hundred miles of the intended route, No Corp of Engineers, Passport America, yes, half off at Audubon RV Park, only four (4) sites. That is strange, have never stayed in such a small RV park. Well it is just south of Abbeville, LA and right in the middle of the area we want to visit so we decide to take a chance, how bad can it be for a night or two with full hookups and for only $10 a night, cash only as Joe says when we call to make a reservation and yes he does have a site that we can get into, and please don’t park on top of the lift pump when you set up.
The on board GPS tells us we have arrived and there is not an RV in sight. The street address is a lot higher than the one in the book so we drive on, Carol at the wheel. Eventually after avoiding a dead end street and taking a left turn to stay on Audubon Road we find the campground. Four sites lined up parallel to the road. The one closest to the road might accommodate a popup, but no trailer or coach would fit there. On the far end is site 4, our assigned site, the others are all occupied, all 2 of them. After a quick run to Walmart in Abbeyville we barely return to the coach when Joe, the owner, appears. I part with cash for three nights and ask about the tour he mentions in the description of the park.
Ten minutes later we are in Joe’s truck headed for a tour of his holdings (and his brother’s). I learned more about crawfish husbandry then I knew I wanted to know. Also we learned that the same fields that produce crawfish in the winter, produce rice in the summer. For that matter we have arrived the day after the last crawfish harvest of the year. Tomorrow they will drain the fields from 18 inches of water to dry to be able to drill plant the rice, then when the rice comes up they will flood the field to 2-3 inches. Joe is a multi talented guy. He works for Chevron Gas managing over 154 miles of gas pipeline, farms his acreage for crawfish and rice and runs a small campground.
This is the wheel that drives the crawfish boat, it is driven by a hydraulic motor
Joe reached into a crawfish trap that had not been baited and…
Found one trapped bug
This is the boat underway in the crawfish field, the wheel pulls and the trailing disk keeps it stable
Why only four sites when he owns acres of land around the campground? He planned on forty sites, but marriage slowed down his plans and he has had these 4 sites for at least ten years that I am aware of. He likes to meet the people who he sees traveling the roads in RVs stopping to watch the work in the fields. We enjoyed meeting him too.
We were in Las Cruces NM until March 30 and it is now April 9 and we are in Beaumont Texas at mile post 845 (Anthony TX west of El Paso is mp 0).
The short story is Las Cruces to Fort Davis TX, a stop in Fredericksburg at Oakwood RV and on to Austin where we stayed at McKinney Falls State Park which we left this afternoon at 2 PM. In Fort Davis our hiking was limited – non existent – as I had a sore on my foot that prevented anything more than minor hobbling around for a couple of days. That has cleared up with treatment of Vaseline Petroleum Jelly – the old fashioned cure all for dry skin and squeaking hinges. We puttered about and took some pleasant drives, nothing on primitive roads. And moved on to Austin where we planned to meet Leigh and Pat again, two visits per cross country trip are better than one. We also were in close communication with Anna Lee and Jerry Braunstein, fellow RVers who we have met up with in various places, the first time at a gathering of CHAI in Vermont (that’s Chavuarat Yehudim in case you wondered, not the tea).
We went to a music crawl on the UT campus with three live performances at different venues on the campus, LBJ Library, Visual Arts, and the H R Ransom Library. There were three more performances at three more different venues we could not get to. Among the performances the most intriguing to me was solo for dial phone and electronics. We got stuck in an exhibit of Alfred Newman photography and work papers at the Ransom then after dinner at Maribeau Restaurant we went dancing at Donn’s Depot – good ole two step. The next day started with lunch at Rubys BBQ pit which has the best brisket in Austin city limits. Then more galleries and back to Leigh and Pat’s for dinner. We had a call from Anna Lee and Jerry that they were settled in to a site just around the bend from us and we stopped there for cappuccino and conversation before retiring.
We agreed to an 11 K Volks March for the morning. During the walk we added a tour of the Driskell Hotel lobby and the entire Texas Capital Tour. As planned we regrouped late afternoon (early evening) to drive back into town to see the Mexican Freetail bats swarm out from under the Congress Street Bridge – aka Ann Richards Bridge. Swarm they did. Jerry got an interesting picture of them, my photos were more black on black, no point posting them. We moved on from there to dinner at Second, yummy on our second visit.
We said good night to Leigh and Patrick and returned to the coaches and said goodbye to Anna Lee and Jerry. I had made a fuss about avoiding going through Houston while headed east from Austin. This requires a 150 mile detour and it is something we have done frequently. For some reason, having decided to move east on Tuesday to avoid a forecast storm after shopping in the morning, we found ourselves on course to pass right through Houston on 290 to 610 to 10 between 4:30 and 5:30. It was not awful. I would not recommend it as a steady diet. We continued on at speeds varying between a crawl and 62 mph (our self imposed speed limit) and only lost about 20 minutes in the process. I suspect we are just a 100 miles or so behind the Braunsteins at this point and we will overtake and pass them on their caravan some time this week. We may stop in New Orleans, or not. We are staying in Beaumont for at least a couple of nights to explore this area a bit and get some laundry done.
I guess it has been a few days since I have written anything on this blog – like a week. We wrapped up our stay in Tucson by going to the opening night of the national touring company of Wicked. We had decent seats well back in the hall and enjoyed the show a lot. It has been some time since we have attended a big Broadway type musical and I guess I had forgotten how much fun they can be. The performances were wonderful and the effects were grand. I guess I wrote about this in a brief post on Google+ but did not distribute it beyond that media. Apologies to those of you who have already read this.
We moved on first to Saguaro SKP Coop in Benson for three nights and then on to Las Cruces. In Benson we took a couple of drives. One day we made several stops along the San Pedro Riparian Reserve including a stop at Fairbanks town site, the Hereford Bridge and San Pedro House. this is excellent birding territory and we saw many birds of many species. AT San Pedro House they were all around the house and grounds and it was fun to eat our lunch while observing Gila Woodpeckers and Pyrrhuloxia among the doves and other birds. We returned by way of Bisbee. We have not been there in some time, but after a brief stop in old Bisbee and at the copper pit mines we drove on through back to Benson.
The next day I found an off road track for my new Garmin eTrek and we set out to Parker Canyon Lake to see what we could do on our own on this designated beginner level track. Once we found the entry point it was a lot of fun for the first half of the track, but somewhere way back “there” the course on the GPS did not agree with any visible jeep track we could see. We were almost a quarter mile off the track when Carol and I agreed that it was time to turn back and retrace our entry. At this point we came a cross a lady hiker on the trail along. I am not sure who was more startled. I guess did not appear threatening and she walked over and chatted with us confirming our decision to turn back. The return was as much fun as the entry climbing the steep rocky descents and ascending the steep rocky descents. Our collection of off road pin striping is growing. The rest of the track was a paved road through fort Huachuca – boring.
Las Cruces became our Pesach stop. Monday night, first Seder, we were along on the coach. Carol worked really hard to put out a beautiful table and meal and we spent a couple of hours following the “order” through to the end. It is much easier with only two and no children getting tired, bored or as they grew asking way too many questions. Second night we were invited to Leora Zeitlin and Stuart Kelter’s home along with many others and a broad age range from 10 to 8x. We sang, we told stories, we covered most of the points of the Seder in some fashion and by midnight we were wrapping up. I think Carol and I got back to the coach about 12:30. It was indeed a grand Seder and we thank Leora and Stuart for including us in their family gathering.
All this time I had been following Rick Morgan on Google+ and reading his blogs. As we arrived in Las Cruces I read that he and JoAnne, his wife, were near Alamogordo, about and hours drive. I have always said, once I’m on the road what’s a couple of hundred miles. After an exchange of messages on Google+ and emails and then phone calls, we agree to meet at the White Sands Monument Visitor Center on Wednesday. And it was so. We watched the National parks film and since our Jeep is more spacious then their car and we have driven the road many times. We all piled into the Jeep with lunches and cameras and other necessities and had a tour of the road, lunch way out in the dunes and a walk on the boardwalk and bit of a hike on the nature trail. It was really grand for us to meet fellow RVers who have a similar lifestyle to ours. I hope we will run into them on the road as we both stay healthy and have safe travels.
I have held back posting waiting to work on some pictures, but given the poor service we have here in Davis Mountain State Park, here are the words, the pics will follow.