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New Orleans, LA (2)

With our stockpile of MoonPies from Mobile dwindling, we pulled into the French Quarter RV Resort in New Orleans. And no, it’s not shameful to eat 3 to 5 MoonPies per person, per day during Mardi Gras season. Or ever. But especially during Carnival/Mardi Gras season. So go on and dismount your MoonPie consumption high horse if you had mounted it. Or stay there. I’m actually jealous that you’re riding a horse and I’m not. French Quarter RV Resort (FQRV) is a swanky little place surrounded by high brick walls on the backside of the French Quarter. It’s clean, maintained,…

Natchitoches/Kisatchie National Forest, LA

After a few weeks of celebrating Carnival in New Orleans, we needed a little time to cleanse our souls. The gods of boondocking smiled upon us and we stumbled into a wildcamping dream spot in the Kisatchie National Forest just outside of Natchitoches (no, don’t ask me how to say that word) Louisiana.  We spent 2 nights and a day straight chilling in the forest. We walked. We geocached. We watched a horde of ants travel amongst their ant cities. We made pancakes and ate candy. We watched movies and had bonfires. And we weren’t inundated with drunk people. Actually, we didn’t…

New Orleans, LA (& Mardi Gras!)

Mardi Gras. An event that I grew up hearing about, but not really knowing about. In college the student center would give out King Cake for free, and I thought that was pretty cool, so Mardi Gras had to be pretty cool. Because of cake. I love cake.  While we were trucking across Texas, Jake suggested that instead of turning around and heading back towards Cali (we’re running the Big Sur Marathon in late April, so that’s our next ‘destination’) in Houston, we try to make it to Mardi Gras. So we did. Because when you live in a house on wheels…

Baton Rouge, LA

So, we allotted way too little time to Baton Rouge. 4 days was nowhere near enough to taste enough heart attack inducing food, smell the abundant (not always good) smells the Mississippi carries, or (in Dexter’s case) pee on an appropriate number of Cypress trees. We did what we could though (and being that easily accessible public restrooms are not common to this area, Dexter certainly did what he could).  We stayed at a slightly run-down county park which just happened to also be a horse farm (there is no way I would ever plan that!) The hook-ups were not…