After the fiasco in the swamp, we ended up staying in Baton Rouge for just a few days. Friday was my Birthday, which I’m comfortable with saying now that its finally over, though you’ll have to guess my age because I haven’t settled with that yet. Ross did a little research during the day Friday, looking into places to take me for the festive event. He found a Lebanese restaurant that was pretty nice and reasonably priced. They had excellent soft falafel and flavorful hummus but soon after leaving and feeling stuffed we were hungry again. Just a side-note, if you can go inside it and eat or drink – and its not fast food, it will have a TV or 10 with sports on it.
We left with the intention of heading for either an Irish pub, British pub or a pirate bar and just as we exited the restaurant we noticed we were next door to The Cove, the “pirate” bar. It wasn’t at all what I expected but it was pretty cool anyway. They had hundreds of beers from around the world – pillaging all ports, but their only real attempt at a pirate theme was about 20 pirate flags hanging from the ceiling. The bar was also in a strip mall, which seemed odd but my cream stout was good and the patrons weren’t too annoying. When we moved onto the next bar, also in a strip mall just a mile away, we started to wonder about the chances the third bar had in the “impressing” department.
The second was the English bar, The Fox and the Hound was more like an Applebee’s than an English anything. We shared a Dead Mans Ale, a Portland beer that we were surprised to see there, and headed 10 more miles on the freeway to downtown in search of Happy’s Irish Pub. After searching for parking for about 20 mins and being the only RV driving through the crowded drunken filled streets of downtown, we ended up parking about 4 blocks away (luckily). There were cops on every corner and beads on every girl and boy. I don’t know if that’s normal or just a “Mardi Gras month” thing but we’ve seen enough beads on the street and on people to consider them as common as missing roofs in these parts.
Saturday we got up early, for us, and got a few things done before heading out of town. Our neighbour, Butch, who had invited us to his Superbowl party the next day, hoped that we’d come back for the game, but directed us to the nearby Bluebonnet Swamp anyway. Bluebonnet was probably about as close to the Swamp as we’ve really gotten so far because the man-made path goes completely in and over the outer edges of the swamp. To get that deep in the wild we’d need some galoshes or a boat, and I’m seriously considering the galoshes. We didn’t see anything but a small lizard while walking through the swamp and on the trails but I took lots of photos. Back at the visitor center, they had about 50 cages filled with native poisonous snakes, some turtles and 3 baby alligators.
We then started our drive south towards… well, marshy looking land according to our google maps, seeing a great abandoned looking graveyard next to a trailer graveyard, and the White House Plantation (by complete accident) as we drove the road that swerves along the Mississippi. It was a monstrous mansion with fountains and multiple servants buildings; big enough that we got a pretty good look without having to even stop. It was almost dark and we found out later they charge about $20 a person for a tour at many of the plantations.
That night we stayed at Walmart in Donaldsonville, a non 24 hour one (no bathrooms!), ran the generator and loosely planned our next days travels and destination. After watching Reno 911 till 3 in the morning of course. 🙂