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Smells and sounds

Good bye New Orleans and hello Wiggins, Mississippi. Hope I included all “s’s”, “p’s” and “i’s”.
I left New Orleans via highway 11, an one lane highway with a really long bridge crossing the mouth of Lake Pontchartrain. You don’t realize how much water surrounds New Orleans until you start driving. If it is not a man-made canal it is a natural waterway through the marsh, wetlands or lakes. Once outside the New Orleans area the scenery changed from marshes to pine forests.  What also changed were the road conditions, they improved and got even better once I entered into Mississippi.  Driving on bumpy pavement with a truck is not that much fun, the shocks are pretty hard.  However, driving with the camper on the truck is even less fun, you bounce up and down and even sway a little.

I am now at a quiet campground in Wiggins.  Most of the campers here are long term residence.  Some of the trailers look like they haven’t been moved in years.  No complaints on my side.  I can see a little lake out my back door and hear birds singing.  Sometimes a squirrel or cat walks by.  Quick comparison with my last campground:

Sounds Wiggins: birds, at night AC

Sounds New Orleans: birds, at night bull frog and shrieking raccoons

Wildlife Wiggins: Canada geese with young

Wildlife NO: Hornets and too many bugs to name, especially inside my camper.  I turned into a mass killer.  At one point I had to clean my computer screen because I had squashed so many bugs on it, sorry.

One of the wonderful scents in New Orleans was the sweet smell of the magnolias.  Here, I smell fresh cut grass, not bad but no match to the magnolias.

On my last day in NO I drove and than walked through an area called (Faubourg) Marigny.  Located to the east of the French Quarter, east of Esplanade Avenue.  I really liked to feel of the neighborhood.  Several cafes/restaurants one or two story homes.  No tourists.  I bought an iced tea at a place that reminded me of the Lower East Side in New York City before NYU students moved in.  According to the bar tender the area was voted second best neighborhood in the country.  Don’t know who voted and I have not verified this piece of information.  So, on your next visit to NO, venture out east and check it out.

OK, I have to go now and cut my hair to fight the oil spill.  Yes, you read correctly.  There is an organisation called Matter of Trust, located in San Francisco and they collect hair to make booms and hair mats that absorb the oil.  They used this method against the oil spill in the San Francisco Bay a couple of years ago.  Hair attracts and holds the oil.  Hair salons from all around the country and even people from Europe send in their clippings.  Pet hair works as well.  You have to sign up with Matter of Trust, for free, to find out where to send your hair.  Talk to your salon to collect a day’s worth of clippings to help.  This is not a hoax, google the organisation and see for yourself.  They don’t just take hair donations, go to their website and find out more www.matteroftrust.org

New Orleans – where did the money go?

Historic homes north of the French Quarter

It is time to move on.  I have now driven and walked through many of New Orleans’ neighborhoods and surrounding areas and I just cannot see anymore dilapidated, destroyed or neglected houses and homes.   According to official sources there are over 60,000 blighted buildings in New Orleans! 

Florida Projects


Not all the damage is the result of Katrina, but one still has to wonder where all the billions of dollars went that were donated.  The streets are in bad shape too, luckily road repairs are taken place as we speak.  Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of nice buildings around. The French Quarter, Uptown, Garden District and the other parishes all have beautiful places.  But just walk a few blocks away from the main areas and you run into neglect. 
 

Garden District

Drive down to the bayou and there are still trailers in the canals.  This would all be understandable if this wouldn’t be five years after Katrina.  I guess it also depends what you compare the conditions to.  A fellow camper had been here shortly after Katrina and she was impressed by the progress that had been made.

French Quarter

I spoke with Monroe, a resident of the 9th ward.  He lives in a nice little house, but to his left is a big house with the roof caving in and to his right are three houses that are up for sale and in need of some repair.  Monroe said that many people sold out, got money to fix up the houses but instead just left.  Until those houses are sold his block won’t improve. That’s just one of many blocks in similar condition. FYI, the 3 houses are selling for $90,000 total.

Bywater area house

I really liked the Garden District and Uptown.  Residential areas not overrun by tourists with funky stores and little restaurants.  I saw a sign for a 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment for rent on a quiet street, $1,200.  Granted I didn’t see the apartment, but that’s a steal in NYC terms.   These low rents seem to attract a lot of folks from the NY Tri-State area.  All my waiters had just moved to NO in the last 6 months from New York or from Jersey.

Got to go, get my last lunch in the Big Easy.

Arabi area

Bayou and oyster shells to be used to rebuild reefs

Fishing boats near Shell Beach


Crescent City Connection

Oil crisis

Melissa & Michael - oystermen

A quick note from New Orleans.

I am still in New Orleans.  Glad I am not traveling, the wind is blowing at 30 mph.  That would not be any fun with the camper on top of the truck.

Currently, the big story down here is the huge oil leak coming from the BP oil rig that exploded last week.  I drove down to Hopedale, eastern Bayou and yesterday all the way down to Venice.  Fortunately, I could not see or smell any oil.  That can all change due to the very strong winds.  In Hopedale I spoke with an oyster harvester and his sister, they were both extremely concerned that this leak could wipe out the oyster beds for an unforeseen period of time.  The beds had been slowly rebuilt after Katrina and even though the harvests were not back to pre-Katrina levels, they were improving.  This leak is also coming at a time when shrimp and all other fish are spawning.  It takes between two to three years for an oyster to grow to fist size.

It will be a disaster if the oil washes into the marsh and wetlands.   The clean-up would be almost impossible.  Everybody here hopes that the oil will come ashore further east on the beaches where the clean-up would be easier.  At the gas station was a notice for an oil spill prayer service, people are desperate.  So, send all your good thoughts and prayers this way.  This could potentially affect Louisiana, Mississippi and Florida.

Back to photo editing, hopefully I’ll post some later today.

Should I stay or should I go?

Live oaks

I have extended my stay at the campground here in New Orleans three times since I arrived Sunday 8 days ago. I still have not seen everything I want to see and then there is Jazz Fest. Jazz Fest is amazing. Went on Sunday with two other volunteers.  Now I am trying to figure out which other day(s) to go. Pearl Jam, Aretha Franklin, B.B. King and many, many more.  Tough choices.

Roamed through the French Quarter today.  In short: rod iron balconies, window shutters of all colors, interesting characters, oak trees, the mighty Mississippi, drinking alcohol while walking down the street (not me – others 🙂 ).  Enjoyed a big plate of Crawfish Etouffee at the Gumbo Shop, not as spicy as I expected, but good.

I was very fortunate and was invited into a private historic house built in the 1880s.  Wow, 14 foot high ceilings, porches around the side and back,  approx. 2,500 sq. feet for $370,000 on Esplanade Avenue only 5 minutes from the French Quarter.  Let me know if you are interested…

I would love to write more, but it is already tomorrow.  So here are some of my visual impressions of New Orleans, more to come.

Country side - St. Bernard Parish

Above ground cemetery

Oil refinery

Colorful house

Mardi Gras beats

Alex, the street artist

my waitress Debbie Ross at the Gumbo Shop

Jazz Fest

Jazz Fest - one of twelve stages

Having fun

Flags

Anita Baker

After the concert

I am fine

Just to let everyone know, even though the weather was not very good today I have not been affected by the tornadoes that have hit parts of Louisiana and Mississippi.

As so often on this trip I had planned to work on my photos and to write some more, but once again it did not quite work out that way.  Instead I decided to explore an area called Algiers, just south of downtown New Orleans across the Mississippi.  Despite the close proximity to the river, this area was mainly spared by Katrina.  More wind than water damage. 

Today was also my first day off from volunteering for Habitat for Humanity.  From Tuesday thru Friday I worked with a group of people on one house in the north eastern section of New Orleans.  We put up siding all week and almost finished the entire house.  Our day on Friday was cut short due to heavy rain and thunderstorms.  I could barely see 20 feet ahead of me on my drive home.

I worked with a fun group.  When we started on Tuesday we were only 8 people, 7 women and one guy.  We called ourselves the original eight as more volunteers joined us the next couple of days.  People came from all over; Canada, North Carolina, Ohio, Maryland, New Jersey and even a group from Norway; boys from carpentry school, high school age.  They put up the siding for the front side of the house in just 1 1/2 days.  Some people came to volunteer for the day others for the week.  It is amazing that people from all walks of life come down here to help make other people’s lives better.

I don’t remember having been this tired in a long time.  Start time was 8 AM and quittin’ time was at 4 PM.  On Friday I hit the pillow at 9 PM!  But is was not all work.  We had some fun as well.  On Thursday night the remaining 6 of the original 8 got together for some nice vegetarian food just outside of the French Quarter.  After dinner one fellow volunteer, Amanda and I walked a bit through the French Quarter and had beignets at Cafe Du Monde.  I am sorry, but I don’t know what the fuss is all about these beignets.  They remind me of fennel cake at a fair, sorry.

It was pretty cool that within one block we passed several places that played live music.  I have to go back during the day to take in the architecture.  Tomorrow I am going to Jazz Fest, plenty of live music there.

Unfortunately, I did not take any photos of the house when we started.  Just picture all sides wrapped in the white Tyvek.

The photos

I am having trouble inserting the photos where they are suppose to go, so here is a separate post just with photos.

The original 8

 

Dinner at Bamboo
The back

Our side


The front

Last day, home owner on the porch right with son

My first encounter with the New Orleans police

Greetings from New Orleans.  Apologies for the long break between posts.  Traveling, taking pictures and working a little can all turn into a full time job.

The distance between Gulf Shores and New Orleans is not very large, only about 200 miles.  But once you reach the Biloxi area you feel much further away.  You can’t help but think of Katrina and Rita and the damage they have caused.  In many parts along the Gulf coast did I see dead sticks in the ground, tree trunks without branches and only half their original size.  However, the damage to homes was more apparent in Mississippi and Louisiana.  Many empty stilts that once were the support and the protection to houses.  Four and a half years later roads are still being paved and as one contractor in New Orleans told me only recently have they put up street signs in some areas.  Why is this taking so long?  The contrast sometimes is amazing, boarded up houses on one block and beautiful homes on the next.  So far I have only gotten a very small sampling of the area, but I am planning on exploring more.

OK, you are wonder what happened that I met the NOPD.  Well, I wasn’t speeding.  Originally, I thought I had my first travel adventure or misadventure on my hands.  Leaving Alabama I noticed that my front license plate was missing.  My first thought was that someone in Miami must have stolen it while I was parked in the tennis tournament parking lot.  When I arrived at my campsite in New Orleans, the very nice St. Bernard State Park, I asked Ranger Johnston if he could tell me where the nearest police station was.  I wanted to report the plate as stolen just in case it is being used in some kind of unsavoury activity.  Instead of me going to the police, I had two officers show-up at my campsite within 15 minutes!  Unfortunately, they couldn’t help.  I needed to report the incident in Miami, oh what fun.  We had a nice chat and they left.  As I said I thought I had my first adventure on my hand, as it turns out it wasn’t one at all.  I looked at some pictures I took of the truck along the way and believe it or not, I must have LOST the front plate on my first day of travel.  All I needed to do was call the DMV (35 minutes on hold) and order new plates.  It was suggested to me to inform the NY State police and the Pennsylvania State police just in case.

Today I started my volunteering gig with Habitat for Humanity.  We are a small group of 8 putting up siding on a house.  I have to practice my handheld circular saw sawing skills.  Managed to hit not the nail on the head but my thumb, blue was always my favorite color 🙂  It is a slow process.  Some more people are supposed to join us tomorrow.

Let me go back to Alabama for a bit.  I would have never mentioned Alabama and white sandy beaches in the same sentence.  The sand is super fine and the beaches are clean!  If you are into shell collecting, this is the place to be; especially when you go to Dauphin Island.  The shells are bigger than my hand at least a 1/4″ thick, brownish color and pretty heavy.  I took a photo which I will eventually post.  Does anyone have an idea what kind of shell this might be?  The beach was littered with them.  Dauphin Island even has a bird sanctuary.  Some parts of the West End beach were corded off for migrating / breading birds.

I had my first po’boy on Dauphin Island, grilled shrimp, very nice.  I got to talk to the two ladies who were making the sandwiches.  They told my about the big fishing rodeo they have every year on the island.  Hundreds and hundreds of anglers from all over the world come to fish.  Supposedly the variety of fish is endless.

It is getting late and I still have to make dinner.  There is more to write about, the nice guy in Biloxi who told me how to get out of a bad traffic jam, the nice guy running a campground who didn’t know that there was a nice restaurant just 2.5 miles from the site (never ask locals) and the beautiful Live Oak trees.  Did I mention bugs, I have been eaten alive.  Itching and scratching for a week now.

Good night.  Next time some photos.

Sweet home Alabama

I am enjoying myself in Gulf Shores, Alabama.  I got lucky with my campground once again.  Not right at the beach this time, but super quiet.  It is only a short 5 mile drive to the beach.

Sweet Home Alabama

There are not enough hours in the day to get everything done.  So here are just a couple of fun photos from Florida and Alabama.  Hopefully, I will have some time soon to write more.  I am off to New Orleans in a day or so.

Hippie store

Pensacola, FL

This is for real, Perdido Key

Interesting business location

It's the South all right, FL

It's the South all right, FL


 

Empty beach, Alabama. Sand as fine as sugar!

Does anyone out there have experience with photos in WordPress.  I have little control over the placement and for some reason some borders around the images are larger than the image itself, as seen in the above beach shot.

P.S. One month on the road, little over 3,000 miles driven and almost 300 gallons of gas bought.  Yup, I get between 10 and 12 miles to the gallon.  Sad state of affairs.

Can it get any better?

Just a quick note.  Made it to Carrabelle Beach at the Florida panhandle.  The Sunset Isle campground is brand new, nice and quiet.  Bring buck spray, the marsh is close by and little flies are numerous.

Don’t think anything can beat the Keaton Beach location anytime soon.

My camping spot in Keaton Beach

View from my bedroom

Paradise

I am back on the road again.  Left Miami on Thursday slowly making my way northward.  I stayed away from the big interstate highways and made my way up through the center of Florida.  Passed through the Big Cypress National Preserve, just north of the Everglades, where I stopped at the Clyde Butcher photo gallery.  Beautiful black and white photos of the Everglades.  I skipped the Everglades after hearing a report that vultures had been eating the rubber and plastic on visitors cars.  One should bring a car cover… there has been no explanation for their behavior.   

 On my drive I saw at least half a dozen alligators sunbathing just on the other side of the canal along the road, pretty cool.  Further north I hit “orange county”.  Orange groves to the left and right.  The smell of the orange blossoms was permeating the air.  I drive with my windows down.    

I stayed at a very nice and quiet campground in Cypress Gardens.  It took me a long time to drive the 200+ miles.  I had to get used to driving with the camper on again.  I could rename this road trip to “America at 55” that’s the speed I usually drive.  

 Along the way I passed through a lot of new developments, gated communities with look alike houses sitting on top of each other, WHY?  I got a pleasant break when I turned onto a county road where the orange groves were replaced by pastures and oak trees covered with Spanish moss.  A really beautiful stretch of road was just outside of Floral City.  Big oak trees to the left and right forming a canopy over the road.  It felt more like the South than Florida.  

 The highlight of the day was my campground.  I had no idea what to expect when I picked this location.  I basically chose it because it was reachable within a days drive.  I had no idea that I would be standing with my camper directly at the Gulf of Mexico!  I am not kidding, the truck is two feet from the beach.  Look for yourself.  The first photo was taken from the roof of my camper, just after I arrived. 

Paradise - Keaton Beach, FL

Paradise - sunset over the Gulf of Mexico

 

 For this one I had to walk 20 yards along the beach.  

I will continue along the coast and eventually, I will end up in Pensacola to visit a friend.  

Time for dinner.  Yummy fresh Florida tomato with something.