Travel Fatigue

We are home. We are glad. I roamed the premises in a bit of a daze this afternoon. Marcia made dinner. We apparently have bad brain synapses. We are hoping that hot tub, massage chair, shower, and tempurpedic KING sized bed will bring us back to "normal". We don't know where things are in our house, and we don't know if it's our scrabmled brains or that our housesitters have moved things. We just cannot remember.

Here is my plan for tomorrow. Do laundry, water plants (outside, porch and inside), and change batteries in shades and remotes. That's it, unless I have the desire to post photos and blog.

I will post the last photos and blog the last Cronemobile days sometime this weekend. The blog will then take a two week vacation. The blog will plan return from Puerto Rico sometime the week of December 1st if possible. Otherwise, it will return after December 17th.

Upon our arrival, Stella sniffed the grounds in the back yard, but happily came to the backdoor of the house when I called. When she went through her doggie door to the front yard, she was overjoyed, and ran around with a big smile on her face-like I haven't seen since she went to the beach. She "helped" me with the shades and shutters at dusk, and seems quite content to be back to her home routine.

We are all sighing, "There's no place like home!"

KG

Lousiana License Plates

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Beaumont to Lake Pontchatrain

We woke up in Beaumont, Texas this morning. When I opened the Cronemobile door to take Stella for a walk, the air hit me like a brick wall. Marcia had to remind me that I was longing for this humidity just days ago.

Beaumont on a foggy morning.

Makes me hear "Pearl" singing, "Just another little piece of my heart..."

It is 880 miles from El Paso to the Sabine River. We left those 880 Texas miles behind us this morning.

With this river crossing, we leave Spanish behind and take up French (for a little while at least).

Bridge at Lake Charles.

Now I'm hearing Randy Newman singing, "6 feet of water in the streets of Evangeline. Louisana, Louisana. They're trying to wash us away..."

If you like, you can get Boudin and Cracklins....

or guns, Boudin and Cracklins.

Enterprising cousins!

Goodby Sam Houston. Bonjour Lafayette.

Goodby salsa picante. Bonjour sauce piquant.




This looks like a way to attract skeeter bait.

The sign.




The Basin.



My Spanish is nothing to brag about, but my French is almost non-existant. Marcia says this is about a big head.

This is the bridge over Big Muddy.

Big Muddy port.



Big Muddy looking like the Mighty Mississippi.

Baton Rouge (even I know it is Red Stick) was on Marcia's side of the Cronemobile.




And, just in case you thought all these Lousiana decendants came directly from France-think again.

When I'm not busy riding the roads and editing photos, I'd like to explore this little bit of roadside history. Looks like the panhandle of the Florida Territories extended way far west.

If we haven't lost our Baptist readership, will somebody please explain this phenomenon.

We are just spittin distance from the shores of Lake Ponchatrain tonight. Stella seems well. She is enthusiastic about her walks and particularly about her dinner (though she does notice and complain about the quantity). She is fairly easy to pill in spite of my lack of skill. Light years easier than pilling a cat.

We are very very very tired. Our bellies are full of fried Maurepas catfish. (Maurepas is a little lake connected to Lake Ponchatrain by Stinkin Creek. ) I can hear Marcia sleeping as I type at about 9:30 pm.

Our plan is to be on the road again tomorrow-Bon temps Cronmobile roulet!

KG

License Plates Texas

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Cronemobile Reflections in Houston

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San Antonio to Beaumont

Leaving San Antonio...

Houston...

Texas cousins???

Black gold-Texas T. and Galveston Bay.

Looking more like home every day.

KG