Day 41: Baton Rouge to Laplace…

Fifty miles done…

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Only forty miles left until this stage of the adventure is complete.

I’ve got 8+ hours of video footage and over 400 photos from the last 41 days to review and publish. So many stories to write from notes and so many people to thank.

Now, on to today…

Highway 61 /Airline road is ridiculous in its level of danger and hazards. 

Louisiana, as a whole, by far has the nicest people I’ve met South of Missouri.

People have been honking and cheering and waving and coming up to say hello, or, you’re crazy, or amazing, but all lighthearted and good things

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A sheriff even turned on his lights and sirens as a celebratory greeting today while he passed me.

Honestly my thoughts after this whole trip is that Highway 61 should be avoided complelely South of Iowa/Missouri.

Today, before leaving Baton Rouge, I posted a message along with my route to the New Orleans social bicycle group stating that I’d be biking into New Orleans the next morning if anybody wanted to ride along and I was looking for a places to camp out until my rental agreement started on the fifteenth.

A woman said her family lived right off the route I was taking and I could camp there. I said thanks and proceeded to start pedaling towards their house… 50-some miles away.

I arrived around five pm and they had to r

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un to a rehearsal, so off they went and I just hung out in the back yard, set up my tent and relaxed and played with ‘Dogzilla.’

The family of Dara, Sonny, and their two children, Nola, and Freedom were amazing hosts. They fed me a great meal of squash, salad, chicken fried steak, and mash potatoes. I got a hot shower, great company, and now new friends.

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The family rescues stray animals and fosters/adopts the critters until they can find a permanent home.

Sonny is a crafty handyman, he just came home from a full day of work and after a brief conversation, he asked if I needed anything on fixed or any spare parts for the bike.  I said I’d be nice to have a more secure way to carry the guitar.   I thought we’d just be brainstorming…

Instead, he spent until around midnight making a holster for the guitar in the back yard.

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