East bound and down, baby.
Hence - a trip to the French Quarter to get a beer. This took some ungodly amount of time, 12 hours one way or something. No big deal if you pull off into the rest stops when you can't stand it anymore and get an hour's sleep here or there. And I would do the whole thing again in a heartbeat. My single regret, obviously, is that I only stayed in New Orleans for about three hours: I needed to get back up to Louisville to my dad's house....
--Well, my other regret was that I had no camera, leading me to pick up a disposable in a truck stop. Ran me about $30 when you add in the processing costs. And it turns out that available light at 5am in the French Quarter gets you precisely nothing on film. Even if you are standing beneath a lamppost.
But the sun was up enough to catch this shot out of my passenger window on the way out of town. I was quite struck by the fact that this apartment complex, right off the side of I-10, still said "HELP" on the roof about nine months after Katrina:
I know. But you really can sort of barely see it if you click on the picture to zoom in.
Here's a shot of a strip mall that I pulled off the freeway to investigate. The front had essentially been torn away from the entire building, and the contents of all the stores had been bulldozed into a vast pile in the middle of the parking lot. You didn't have to look hard for this kind of thing. There were miles and miles of it right off the side of the freeway - let alone what you'd find if you actually ventured further south into an area like the Ninth Ward.
Pictures of Andersonville National Historical Site in a minute....
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