The Bridge Less Traveled

While our trailer has a broken wheel and we await repairs, we went on an expedition, in our Expedition. Jodie fired up the GPS and we started into town. After a "few miles", we discovered the GPS was set to avoid highways, and so began the road and bridge less traveled.

As the small road led us, we were given a lesson about Cajun Country. There were very small shack homes along the bayou. These were reminiscent of what one would see at Disneyland on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Old wood shacks, some looking worse for wear having withstood too many seasons of humidity, heat, rain and hurricanes lined the road. Other homes were beautiful brick and wrought iron mini mansions. What was unusual was that no matter what condition or economics, they all had signs out front naming their homes. Dad's Pad When Mom's Mad, Happy Times, Cajun Crib, and other clever names made for a great adventure into bayou life.

The other side of the road was raised up about 10 feet like a levee. To get to the homes on the river bank we had to off-road up the levee to the dirt road on top. Now we could see the river and how folks lived up on the river.

Then the bridge! I asked Jodie if we were on the right road. She said we were. The bridge didn't look like something that could sustain every day traffic. Note the rust and strange construction. I clicked this photo to document where we where when we collapsed the bridge.