On the way to the beach, I am reminded of an eternal, immutable fact of life: Mini-vans are the ultimate aphrodisiac. Cruising around in the back of MackenzieMom’s Mercury Villager is the best way to meet girls. Control yourselves, ladies, I can’t go out with all of you at once.
The drive itself is rather pleasant. Basically go south from New Orleans for a couple hours and you’re there. Along the sides of the highway are lots of trees and a waterway or two. Most of the houses, particularly closer to the ocean, are basically on stilts, about 12 feet or so above the ground.
Once on the beach, we drove up to a picnic table (yes, you can drive on the beach. You can camp there too) and had our late lunch of fried chicken. After a suitable rest period (though not quite long enough, but it went fine) that I spent reading and drinking champagne mixed with orange juice, I went for a little run.
I went up the beach about 2 to 2.5 miles or so. This is where I found out that I hadn’t quite waited long enough (you know the feeling), but it wasn’t too bad. It was better on the return trip. Not a real long run, but enough to get up a sweat and a hell of a lot more than I’d gotten in the last two weeks.
On the way back I ran into MackenzieMom and MackenzieDog heading my way. They turned around and we went down the beach a while.
All in all it was a little cooler than we’d expected; I had to wear a light sweater, except while I was running. I did get to chill a little and get some photos, which I will post when I regain access to some hardware which will allow me to pull them off my camera. Which will likely be when I get back to Wyoming, unless the stuff that the cats stole turns up before tomorrow afternoon.
But it was a delightful little trip overall. Tonight I expect to be dining in a place on Bourbon street, one of the few places which has decent food and music. (Most of the stuff on that street is crap; one has to go to restaurants and clubs on other streets – or even out of the quarter – to get decent food and entertainment.) Quite a nice day.
I just keep thinking.. at least you were sick for a few days and had some missery while you were in parts far warmer than here!
Okay, please please tell me that you were joking about the mini-van thing. Mini-vans are the spawn of Satan. And you can quote me on that.