Saturday, March 12, 2016

Days Four - Eight. Nacogdoches to Marksville. To Nacogdoches.

Last year, about this time in the Spring, we left home for a place we love, Abita Springs, Louisiana.  We first went to Natchitoches and spent a few nights, and had a great time.  When we left Natchitoches, I called ahead to our RV park in Abita Springs, only to find out they were booked.  Solid.  For weeks.

Bummer.  We had never had any problem getting a last minute reservation there before.  Big disappointment.

So we looked for reasonably priced RV Park where we could stop for a couple of days while we figured out a Plan B.  We landed at a little town called Marksville.  Not much there but a casino and a golf course.  Cowboy thought the golf course looked great, and they had a cheap inexpensive play all day golf package.  But, it was rainy that week, so he just promised himself we would stop there next time we were going to Abita.

So we made our plan B, and had a lovely trip through Central Texas, enjoying various state parks and the exceptional crop of wildflowers along the way.

Fast forward to this week.

Finally.  We're going to Abita.  I made reservations weeks ago, so we are guaranteed a spot.

You already know about our first stop at Nacogdoches.  

Next stop, Marksville, and that wonderful golf course Tim had promised himself.  There's rain in the forecast, but, hey, maybe the weatherman got it wrong.  That happens.

Yep, he got it wrong, all right.  Instead of the 1 - 2 inches predicted, the whole state of Louisiana became just an extension of the Gulf of Mexico overnight.  The governor declared a state of emergency.  The newsman reported that at least six parishes were completely under water.

So here's what this week looked like:

Day Four - Drove to Marksville

Day Five - Watched the rain.  Went to WalMart.  Got wet.  

Ate lunch at this lovely establishment.

I've heard it said that if you want to find a good place to eat in an unfamiliar town, just look for where the law enforcement vehicles are parked.  I guess it works.  This place didn't look like much, but the food was pretty good.

Day Six - Watched the rain.

Day Seven - Watched the rain.  Called Abita RV Park.  They said the roads were flooded all around them.  Made our Plan B.  

Day Eight - So, here we are, back in Nacogdoches, Texas.

We were never in any danger.  It never really stormed, there were no tornadoes, not even any strong wind in our area.  But the rain came down in buckets!

I took these pictures on I-49 this morning, north of Alexandria.  Looks like a chicken farm.  Hope those chickens can swim.


(I think the pictures will enlarge if you click on them)

We still don't have much of a Plan B, other than to stay here a couple of nights, then a week on Lake Waco.  Yes, Waco.  We traveled all the way to Central Louisiana, just to end up at Waco.  Well, maybe I'll finally get to see the Dr. Pepper museum.

There's still much to be thankful for.  I'm so glad we had a place to stay during the bad weather!  We never encountered the least bit of flooding on the roads we traveled.  And we were able to meet with our son again tonight for supper in Henderson.  We ate at a catfish restaurant called Hushpuppies.  The food was good, and the decor was quite unique.  

I loved this old tackle box used to store condiments and crackers on the table.

Unfortunately, they were out of banana pudding tonight.  But our son came up with a Plan B of his own, and ordered the Fried Snickers.  Fried.  Snickers.  

And here it is.

He couldn't finish it all, so I snuck a bite.  Y'all.  It was good.  Son thought it tasted like a Snickers wrapped in funnel cake.  Cowboy thought it tasted like a Reeses peanut butter cup.  I thought it tasted like chocolate peanut butter pie.  

As always, I want to thank our precious daughter for watching the house and taking care of the horses while we're gone.  

All in all, I think we are among the most blessed people I know.

P.S.  Please pray for Louisiana.  The flooding there is no joke.  So many people have been forced out of their homes.  Others are basically trapped in their homes, and can't get to jobs, because so many roads are flooded.



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