New Orleans
After a shower and a delicious breakfast, we climbed back into Harvey and headed for New Orleans. On the way, we stopped at the Houmas House Plantation. There are tons of old plantations around here. It was hard to decide which one to go to. This one also had a museum dedicated to the Great River Road. We toured the beautiful gardens and then enjoyed the museum until Bruce had had all the information he could handle and went to take a nap in Harvey while I finished. Well, knowing that your other half is “done” will definitely speed you up.
This museum had lots of info about all the plantations that had been around this area, as well as civil war info and information about slaves. According to one exhibit, the Civil War was NOT started because of slavery, but because the north was imposing unfair tariffs on imports that greatly hurt the economy of the south. It said that the idea of ending slavery only entered the picture 2 years later when the north was trying to evolve it into a war about morals instead of a war about economics. Either I wasn’t really paying attention in history class or else they teach it a little differently in the south, but that’s not how I remember learning it.
We got to our RV park around 4:00. I did a fantastic job backing Harvey in, if I do say so myself. Pat, pat, pat. While Bruce was hooking up the water and electric he got a quick lesson on red ants. They bite. It hurts. And then it itches. And leaves big pink welts. That continue to burn/itch for a few days.
Since it was still early, we decided to take Little Jo for a quick spin down to the French Quarter. Our park was only 5 miles away, but somehow it took almost 20 minutes. We cruised down Bourbon street, Royal street, Canal street and the rest, checking out places to come back to tomorrow. We didn’t stay long because we didn’t want to be riding home in the dark.
Once we got home we dined on leftover spaghetti. No pictures available on this gourmet dish in tupperware containers. Luckily my hubby is not picky. I’m pretty sure he even heated it up himself.
One thing I’ve noticed about sitting in an RV after dark with all the shades down. Sometimes it takes me a minute to remember where I am and what is actually outside the window. Weird, huh?