A couple of days ago was my birthday, and that means that time 3 years ago we were on an extended road trip in the awesome and desolate, Louisiana Gulf Coast.
We had spent Christmas in Fredericksburg, Texas, or as we like to call it, “Christmas Town” for its particularly intense downtown decorations, after that moving on to Austin for a month, then Lafayette (for one muddy night), and on to Baton Rouge for 2 more weeks.
I remember the timeline pretty clearly because Louisiana won the Super Bowl that year, a huge win for the state since Katrina had decimated everyone’s spirits and everywhere was struggling to recover, economically and otherwise. That was the weekend we started our road trip towards the coast, to see what real Cajun life was like. Our neighbours at the Baton Rough RV park had been nice enough to invite us to watch the game with them, but we decided to use what days off we had and hit the road.
The drive is a long one, and be sure to bring something to eat because the only place we found open on the entire Gulf Coast, between I-10 and Holly Beach via Creole and Cameron, was GG’s (or GiGi’s?) a little trailer with an outdoor eating area and window to order food at -primarily there for the fishermen and oil rig workers in the area. We managed to get a big plate of greasy fries, but I think that was about all they had that we could eat. Luckily, we had propane and some food in the fridge, enough for a few days at least.
We were at first chasing a mythical campground in Creole, Louisiana but nothing more than a lot was at the location on the map and we drove up and down the 2-3 streets in the area and found nothing that look occupied except one oddly fancy house (not on stilts, green yard and half circle cement driveway). We drove on to Cameron where we got the food and found that the map was not lying, there really is no bridge across the river to Holly Beach. There was however a pretty regular ferry that takes you the short distance across, and we had made it just in time for the last one of the night. We ended up staying near the ocean in Holly Beach, on a street that seemed ready for home buyers to build their stilt trailers, but no one was buying and the lots were empty. We parked at the end of a road and hoped no one would come and give us a ticket.
The drive was totally worth is even with our few troubles, and there were constantly places to stop and take photos. The area still showed lots of signs of hurricane damage to property and nature but there were lots of newer houses on stilts and people trudging along as they always have in that historic part of the country.
It was really overcast and rainy while we were in the area but I still got some good documenting shots.