When in Rome...
The temperature was in the mid-70s, there was a stiff breeze, the water was cool, and a lovely jade color.
And yes, I really was nude. If you require proof, let me know. No perverts. Okay... perverts.
The temperature was in the mid-70s, there was a stiff breeze, the water was cool, and a lovely jade color.
And yes, I really was nude. If you require proof, let me know. No perverts. Okay... perverts.
The first picture was actually taken on the 29th. I was waiting on the gallery of a bar on Bourbon Street (yes, THAT Bourbon Street) for my friends Becky and Mark to join me.
The other pics were taken on New Year's Eve. At midnight the sky above the river erupted with a massive display of fireworks that lasted about 20 minutes.
I finally got back to my campground around 2 in the morning. When I woke, I was confused to find messages on my phone from family and friends asking if I was OK. When I found out what had happened (if you don't know, Google "New Orleans New Year's attack). I had a sick feeling in my stomach the rest of the day. Flags are still hanging at half-staff here. I get a pang in my guts when I see one.
Very sad.
Most of the bonfires take the form shown here, a sturdy pyramid chock-a-block with fire wood. Some, however, are more elaborate. I saw a very realistic recreation of a large farm tractor. There were rumors of a giant wooden deer somewhere.
At precisely 7 p.m. the structures are set alight. The red "ribbons" on the one behind me are actually strips of firecrackers. Thousands of fireworks were going off for hours.
There were also food vendors along the road. I had some delicious gumbo, and delightful crawdad nachos.
A splendid time was had by all.
The Shorts visited the Capitol Building of the Pelican State. 450 feet of Art Deco erection. Some interesting artwork in and on the structure, including how some 1930 artist perceived Black people.
I didn't know Buc-ee himself was going to be there, or I would have taken the Shorts inside with me.