New Orleans, Louisiana

Day 813

     Today, Thanksgiving day, we went to downtown New Orleans, where Barbara volunteered to help feed the homeless. 

     We were under the I-90 freeway.

       It was not the best of neighborhoods. 

     She feed about 100 people.

     There were about 30 volunteers serving food with her. 

         We then had a delicious, deep fried Louisiana style turkey dinner at her niece’s house. Don’t worry, I don’t publish photo’s of my dinner plate (how tacky). 


Iowa, Louisiana

Day 608

     We are in Iowa, not the State, Iowa Louisiana. The town of “Iowa” is actually pronounced with the long A sound at the end, opposed to the pronunciation of the state of Iowa. 

     The town was established in the mid 1800’s as settlers from the State of Iowa came here by advertisements placed in local newspapers by Seaman A. Knapp, who wanted to attract farmers to the area to employ a method he had developed for farming. They named this town for their State (how original).

     Sometimes we look out of our back window and we see babbling brooks, lazy rivers, or vast vistas. And sometimes we see this:

Technical Stuff:

Ponchatoula, La to Iowa, La: 164.5 miles

3 hours 14 minutes

11.2 MPG

Diesel: $2.59

Ponchatoula, Louisiana

Day 605

     We are back in Ponchatoula, Louisiana to visit with Barbara’s brother and niece, and her children. Her niece has two sons, 4 and 6, who made us these welcome paintings, which we have displayed on our refrigerator: 


     See my posts on day 280 and 296 for my comments on Ponchatoula.  

Technical Stuff: 

Meridian, Mississippi to Ponchatoula, Louisiana: 209.8 miles

4 hours even

10.4 MPG

Diesel: $2.53

New Orleans, Louisiana

Day 525

     Back to New Orleans to visit with relatives. We stayed again in Ponchatoula (see day 280).

     Went to the National WWII Museum. We started with a 4D presentation, Beyond All Boundaries. A breathtaking experience.

     The museum, consisting of 5 buildings, was divided into two sections, The European War, and the War in the Pacific. It covered all the battles of each. The museum was so expansive we did not have time to see two of the buildings dealing with the vehicles and planes used in the war, and STEM (science, technology, engineering, and math) scientific advancements made in World War II.

Technical Stuff:

Duson, Louisiana to Ponchatoula, Lousiana: 116.8 miles

2 hours 22 minutes

12.3 MPG

Diesel: $2.40

Lake Martin’s Swamp, Louisiana

Day 524

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     Lake Martin is one of Louisiana’s swamplands. I enjoy swamps, and so we took a swamp tour. This was done in a 16 person swamp boat that took us on a leisurely 2 hour tour. This swamp is situated between Breaux Bridge and Lafayette, Louisiana. It is composed of about 9500 acres. Lake Martin, also known as Lake La Pointe, was formed in 1952 by constructing a levee around the existing natural lake. The flooding of the surrounding area is what forms the swamp (an area of flooded, standing water).

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We met the inhabitants of the swamp: Turtles

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Rayne, Louisiana

Day 523

     The city of Rayne has a lot to croak about!

      In a small town in the middle of Louisiana’s Cajun prairie, a stone’s throw from New Orleans, is a town called Rayne, where frogs have gained iconographic stature. Frogs and Rayne have a relatively long history that dates back to the 1880s, when a gourmet chef named Donat Pucheu started selling juicy, delectable bullfrogs to New Orleans restaurants. Word of Rayne’s frog delicacies spread like wildfire, and soon attracted the Weill Brothers from France, who started a lucrative business exporting frogs to restaurants. For years, world-renowned restaurants like Sardi’s in New York boasted of offering frog legs from Rayne, Louisiana. (Plagiarized from “The History of Rayne”, published by the town)

     The city of Rayne goes back to the 1800’s when the railroad came to town. The city was first called Pouppeville, but changed their name to honor the engineer who laid the tracks.

     We are in the heart of Acadia. The Acadians were run out of Nova Scotia and a lot of them went to Louisiana, so there is a heavy French heritage down here. Those decedents are now called Cajuns.


     Because of it’s frog heritage, there are frog statutes throughout the town:

     Rayne is also known for it’s murals:

     Many murals represent the business on who’s wall it is painted, and of course, feature frogs: