Postcards from the Perimeter
Gulf of Mexico
One morning we were on the Atlantic Ocean only to watch the sunset over the Gulf of Mexico that very night.
How fun is that! I love both the Atlantic and the Gulf, but I have to agree with Zack & Zoe who enjoyed the lesser wind and softer sand of the Gulf Coast.
We were fortunate to find a lovely little campsite just 10 feet from the water (as seen in Postcard above) near the small town of Perry, Florida.
During our short stay on the Gulf of Mexico, we:
- Ducked from a colony of bats swooping from an attic (Zoe tried to tell me earlier in the day that the bats were up there sleeping)
- Watched a squadron of pelicans line up with haughty stances along a dock’s railing
- Fell asleep listening to palm tree seeds rustling, sounding like a gentle rain
- Strolled past houses on stilts
- Walked on a white sand beach at sunrise
- Left feeling renewed
We left Florida’s pan handle by going up through Alabama across Mississippi and into Louisiana (not all in one day) as we start the westward leg of our Perimeter Trip.
Today we are at Poverty Point Reservoir State Park along with
- armadillos rooting through leaves and grass
- alligators in the lake
- black bears in the woods
- casually identified ancient burial mounds
And we’ve been stalled here since Thursday (4 days ago.)
Hurricane Patricia – Close Enough
We’d been heading towards Dallas, TX to visit an old friend.
As per usual, we checked the weather before heading out and noticed not only was Texas already having flood issues but Hurricane Patricia was on its way up, ready to hit Mexico with unprecedented force, sending more water into Texas.
So we decided to wait this one out.
When we were in Maine, we changed routes to avoid a hurricane and floods, but this one is too big to go around (and still stay in the Perimeter states.)
As we waited, we saw reports of Patricia hitting Mexico hard on Friday, but then downgrade quickly as it ran into mountains.
But through the weekend, remnants form the hurricane sent winds and rains slowly through the Gulf Coast and other southern states, including Louisiana where we sit.
Saturday the rains started here in NE Louisiana. It continued to rain non-stop through today (Monday.) And there are now high winds.
So we continue to stay put. Betty gets jostled by casual wind and passing trucks, no need to test her against 40 mph gusts on the road.
But I’ll tell you what.
We are dry (maybe a little stinky-dog damp, but that’s ok) on higher ground, fed, with clean water and electricity. The days are slow, we have time to line all three of our noses at the window to watch the storm send tree debris across the ground and swollen puddles joining forces to create small ponds.
I feel blessed for the ease by which I live, cozy with my fingers in the fur of my two sweet, faithful puppies.
And I am wholly thankful that we are, at this moment, safe.
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