Day 3- Pensacola Beach to New Orleans

Could it be any hotter? Still 100+ degrees. At gas stations I was soaking my shirt, cooling vest, and face mask to cool down. Anny suggested soaking my socks as well and that helped. It was at this time that at stops I started searching for a garden hose whether at a gas station or other business. What I learned is no one has garden hoses out, even if the business is open at that time. It would have been great to hose myself down.

Remember when I said a short 217 miles in my prior post? Well, it was anything but short. That was the longest 242 (996 total) miles of our lives. What should have been us arriving on Bourbon Street by 2 or 3 p.m., meant never arriving to Bourbon Street at all. This was the worst day of our 25 day adventure.

First of all, we were both tired and grouchy from the night before since I continue to wake up in the middle of the night to pee. In Alabama, traffic was at a standstill on I-10. Worse yet, I needed fuel and a road sign indicated the next exit there was a gas station. Not true! Google maps and the gps indicated no gas for another 140 miles! WTF? We know that wasn’t true because we were riding through a major city. Regardless, we got off the highway and now had to find a gas station. After a 50 minute delay in search for gas, plus another hour lost in bumper-to-bumper traffic, we were finally on the road again. All seemed well when we were only 40 miles out of New Orleans, but then came the construction zone on I-10.

Both lanes on I-10 were shut down. Cars had to ride part on the shoulder and grass to get through. Who is the genius that decided to shut down both lanes at the same time? Google maps read that it was a 20 minute delay, but in reality, it was almost a 4 hour delay. Every alternate route was the same result. Stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic for four hours in 100+ degree heat, plus the heat from the cars surrounding me, and of course, clutch in, clutch out, clutch in, clutch out.

We couldn’t ride the emergency lane either because there was none on the left side and the right side had plenty of police giving out tickets for those that even thought of it.

There was to be no gumbo today or Bourbon street. The good news, I rode through Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, and now Louisiana.

St. Bernard Parish State Park was also a nice park. Very spacious sites, a washer/dryer which by now we desperately wanted and more importantly, Wi-Fi!

We started a great campfire, had a few beers, and took advantage of the Wi-Fi. It wasn’t long before we were able to put the day behind us.

And to answer your question, I only had to crawl out of the tent once to pee that night. I’m timing my drinking better now.

 

St. Bernard Park

 

 

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