We’re writing from the west, but we have to backtrack in this chapter a little to share more details about our stay in Pensacola, Florida.
Along the shoreline they have developed a wonderful park to memorialize all of the wars. Each war or conflict has its own section and statue or plaque. The one that struck Joan the most was the memorial for soldiers who received the Purple Heart. If there is another like it — we don’t know where it is. There is also a replica of the Wall in Washington D.C. memorializing the names of American men and women who gave the ultimate sacrifice in the Vietnam War. War is a sad commentary on mankind.
Across the roadway, there is a memorial dedicated missing children. It has a walkway that projects out into the bay and a touching bronze statue.
We left Pensacola and continued on our trip westward. We crossed the Mississippi River at Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The Mississippi is an important commercial and recreational waterway to our country and is visually quite impressive. Perhaps a houseboat trip down the Mississippi, just like Huck Finn took, may be in the Vagabonds future.
James is visualizing himself in a straw hat and bare feet, with a straw in his mouth and a fishing line is hand.
Joan laughs as she visualizes this geriatric literary character.
Entering Louisiana, we stopped at the Welcome Center. It was very attractive, decorated for the Christmas season with antique toys, greens, and ribbons. A visitor is immediately taken by the Southern charm of this region of the country.
As we continued on I-10, a large construction truck drove past us, spewing pea gravel all over the roadway — and the van. Two pieces of gravel hit the windshield and made chips. We took down the trucking company’s name and plate number.
At the Butte La Rose Exit #121 we pulled into the parking lot to examine the rest of the van. After ensuring that there was no other damage, we called the trucking company, and discovered that they really didn’t care about our damage, so James placed a call to the state police and got the same attitude.
Things are different in the south! James had the exact same type of incident years ago with a dramatically different response from both the trucking company and law enforcement in Connecticut.
At this exit we also found another visitor center. This one was built right into the swamp on stilts, with displays of the wildlife that live there.
Beside the parking lot of the visitor center we noticed the L.A. Airborne Memorial Bridge and Monument. The memorial was dedicated in 1989 by the the National 82nd Airborne Division, and includes the 18-mile elevated Atchafalaya Expressway that travels through the swamp.
Another large swamp we visited was the Blue Elbow Swamp along the Sabine River at the entry into Texas. This is another welcome center built on stilts in a swamp. At the back of the building is a boardwalk that gives visitors a look at life in the swamp. We could only go part of the way on the boardwalk, due to repairs being made to the structure.
Heading south, we crossed the Boulivar Peninsula, which is at sea level and onto Galveston Island. This area was devastated by Hurricane Ike in September 2008, and homes and businesses are still being rebuilt. The homes are built on stilts at least 10 feet high.
The two strangest buildings were a laundromat in a house trailer, high above the ground, and an elementary school entirely built on pillars.
The storm surge at Crystal Beach was 14 feet, and the new building is to prevent the homes and businesses from washing away in the event of another hurricane. Living to appreciate Mother Nature can also have its downside!
On Galveston Island, the waves were crashing into shore, and surfers were taking advantage of the frenzy of the water. Galveston Island is a pretty island with miles of open beaches on one side of the road, and attractive condos and hotels on the other. This area was also hit by Hurricane Ike, and the new buildings are behind a sea wall. While we were on the island, we saw an advertisement for the Festival of Lights and decided to go that evening. It was held at Moody Gardens, an educational and entertainment center that includes a rainforest, an aquarium, film theater, beach, and gardens. The Festival of Lights is arranged with over 100 lighted scenes — including music — along paths lined with flowering shrubs. It was a beautiful, cool evening and the presentations was well worth the $5.95 Senior entry fee.
We left Galveston and headed to Corpus Christi — a city with heavy traffic that never stops — worse than I-84 in Hartford at rush hour!
James is of the opinion that population growth will severely overload the local network of city streets in the near future. Our purpose in visiting Corpus Christi was to attend the H.E.B. Festival of Sharing. H.E.B. is a grocery chain in southern Texas and Mexico that, for 23 years, has put on a free meal once a year in 23 Texan and six Mexican communities. Everyone is welcome to come and enjoy the meal, and be entertained by singers, dancers, and musicians. It is staffed by volunteers who set up, serve the food, clean up, and do whatever is necessary.
Last year we attended the festival in San Antonio. We are unaware of anything like this event on such a huge scale back in New England. Corpus Christi is also the home now of the USS Lexington, a living museum similar to the USS Intrepid in New York City. It is a WW II vintage air craft carrier modernized with continuance service into the Vietnam War. Its last duty was to qualify Naval Aviators in the art and science of aircraft landings and takeoffs. It is nicknamed the "Blue Ghost."
James is not sure of the genesis of the nickname; but, a night landing by a fighter pilot might turn the pilot a little "ghostly blue" after a safe landing.
SNOW! In Southern Texas! If you were watching the weather, you would have seen that it snowed here. UGH UGH UGH — we can’t go too much more South in Texas than the Gulf of Mexico.
Southwest Texas is flat — extremely flat. It was windy and cold as we passed into Mountain Time at Van Horn, Texas. There is little civilization between the small communities.
As we traveled through a desolate section, smoke came from the van. We had to pull over and James discovered a broken heater hose plastic connection. James is of the opinion that all car manufacturers are enamoured with "planned obsolescence."
Fortunately, he had a few spare parts and the tools needed to fix it. While we were sitting on the side of I-10, no one stopped to see if we needed help.
With traffic passing us at 80+ mph, it was a cold, dismal place — but soon James had the problem fixed and we were on our way again.
For many drivers it would have been a time consuming, expensive repair, but we were ready.
We passed over the Continental Divide and about 50 miles later we drove into Arizona.
This week seemed to pass all to quickly. Thankfully we are in a part of the country that offers breathtaking scenic beauty.
From Benson, Arizona — James and Joan, American Vagabonds
You can e-mail James and Joan at american_vagabonds@yahoo.com. Follow them online at www.registercitizen.com’s home page, then click on the blog link. Stay tuned for the next post!
Along the shoreline they have developed a wonderful park to memorialize all of the wars. Each war or conflict has its own section and statue or plaque. The one that struck Joan the most was the memorial for soldiers who received the Purple Heart. If there is another like it — we don’t know where it is. There is also a replica of the Wall in Washington D.C. memorializing the names of American men and women who gave the ultimate sacrifice in the Vietnam War. War is a sad commentary on mankind.
Across the roadway, there is a memorial dedicated missing children. It has a walkway that projects out into the bay and a touching bronze statue.
We left Pensacola and continued on our trip westward. We crossed the Mississippi River at Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The Mississippi is an important commercial and recreational waterway to our country and is visually quite impressive. Perhaps a houseboat trip down the Mississippi, just like Huck Finn took, may be in the Vagabonds future.
James is visualizing himself in a straw hat and bare feet, with a straw in his mouth and a fishing line is hand.
Joan laughs as she visualizes this geriatric literary character.
Entering Louisiana, we stopped at the Welcome Center. It was very attractive, decorated for the Christmas season with antique toys, greens, and ribbons. A visitor is immediately taken by the Southern charm of this region of the country.
As we continued on I-10, a large construction truck drove past us, spewing pea gravel all over the roadway — and the van. Two pieces of gravel hit the windshield and made chips. We took down the trucking company’s name and plate number.
At the Butte La Rose Exit #121 we pulled into the parking lot to examine the rest of the van. After ensuring that there was no other damage, we called the trucking company, and discovered that they really didn’t care about our damage, so James placed a call to the state police and got the same attitude.
Things are different in the south! James had the exact same type of incident years ago with a dramatically different response from both the trucking company and law enforcement in Connecticut.
At this exit we also found another visitor center. This one was built right into the swamp on stilts, with displays of the wildlife that live there.
Beside the parking lot of the visitor center we noticed the L.A. Airborne Memorial Bridge and Monument. The memorial was dedicated in 1989 by the the National 82nd Airborne Division, and includes the 18-mile elevated Atchafalaya Expressway that travels through the swamp.
Another large swamp we visited was the Blue Elbow Swamp along the Sabine River at the entry into Texas. This is another welcome center built on stilts in a swamp. At the back of the building is a boardwalk that gives visitors a look at life in the swamp. We could only go part of the way on the boardwalk, due to repairs being made to the structure.
Heading south, we crossed the Boulivar Peninsula, which is at sea level and onto Galveston Island. This area was devastated by Hurricane Ike in September 2008, and homes and businesses are still being rebuilt. The homes are built on stilts at least 10 feet high.
The two strangest buildings were a laundromat in a house trailer, high above the ground, and an elementary school entirely built on pillars.
The storm surge at Crystal Beach was 14 feet, and the new building is to prevent the homes and businesses from washing away in the event of another hurricane. Living to appreciate Mother Nature can also have its downside!
On Galveston Island, the waves were crashing into shore, and surfers were taking advantage of the frenzy of the water. Galveston Island is a pretty island with miles of open beaches on one side of the road, and attractive condos and hotels on the other. This area was also hit by Hurricane Ike, and the new buildings are behind a sea wall. While we were on the island, we saw an advertisement for the Festival of Lights and decided to go that evening. It was held at Moody Gardens, an educational and entertainment center that includes a rainforest, an aquarium, film theater, beach, and gardens. The Festival of Lights is arranged with over 100 lighted scenes — including music — along paths lined with flowering shrubs. It was a beautiful, cool evening and the presentations was well worth the $5.95 Senior entry fee.
We left Galveston and headed to Corpus Christi — a city with heavy traffic that never stops — worse than I-84 in Hartford at rush hour!
James is of the opinion that population growth will severely overload the local network of city streets in the near future. Our purpose in visiting Corpus Christi was to attend the H.E.B. Festival of Sharing. H.E.B. is a grocery chain in southern Texas and Mexico that, for 23 years, has put on a free meal once a year in 23 Texan and six Mexican communities. Everyone is welcome to come and enjoy the meal, and be entertained by singers, dancers, and musicians. It is staffed by volunteers who set up, serve the food, clean up, and do whatever is necessary.
Last year we attended the festival in San Antonio. We are unaware of anything like this event on such a huge scale back in New England. Corpus Christi is also the home now of the USS Lexington, a living museum similar to the USS Intrepid in New York City. It is a WW II vintage air craft carrier modernized with continuance service into the Vietnam War. Its last duty was to qualify Naval Aviators in the art and science of aircraft landings and takeoffs. It is nicknamed the "Blue Ghost."
James is not sure of the genesis of the nickname; but, a night landing by a fighter pilot might turn the pilot a little "ghostly blue" after a safe landing.
SNOW! In Southern Texas! If you were watching the weather, you would have seen that it snowed here. UGH UGH UGH — we can’t go too much more South in Texas than the Gulf of Mexico.
Southwest Texas is flat — extremely flat. It was windy and cold as we passed into Mountain Time at Van Horn, Texas. There is little civilization between the small communities.
As we traveled through a desolate section, smoke came from the van. We had to pull over and James discovered a broken heater hose plastic connection. James is of the opinion that all car manufacturers are enamoured with "planned obsolescence."
Fortunately, he had a few spare parts and the tools needed to fix it. While we were sitting on the side of I-10, no one stopped to see if we needed help.
With traffic passing us at 80+ mph, it was a cold, dismal place — but soon James had the problem fixed and we were on our way again.
For many drivers it would have been a time consuming, expensive repair, but we were ready.
We passed over the Continental Divide and about 50 miles later we drove into Arizona.
This week seemed to pass all to quickly. Thankfully we are in a part of the country that offers breathtaking scenic beauty.
From Benson, Arizona — James and Joan, American Vagabonds
You can e-mail James and Joan at american_vagabonds@yahoo.com. Follow them online at www.registercitizen.com’s home page, then click on the blog link. Stay tuned for the next post!
Great photos, and great trip so far. Can't wait to see the next batch!
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