You just never know: saw a Bear Crossing sign just before a dead 'gator on the road; maybe it was killed by the bear. Armadillogeddon continues unchecked. Oh, the humidity!
It's oil rig country; a flatbed carrying 40' twist drills sped past us for the coast, and refineries rise up out of swamp forests. The concrete roadbeds buck and hump like a cheap roller-coaster. I'd take a picture of the landscape, but any place you can pull over, it all looks pretty much like prairie, so I'll take one near Winnipeg that should suffice for the whole trip. We feared for our tires, with every seam in the the road tearing rythmically at the treads. It makes a good audible speed guage though: when it gets too loud, slow down! Over the bayous, the highway is elevated on huge causeways, but there's nowhere I'd dare stop for photos. But we did stop for waffles in Morgan City. We'll try again on the way out of town.
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