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…
Baton Rouge, LA
