I spent a rather restless night as I couldn’t help but worry a bit about where I was going next since Bayou Cocodrie NWR didn’t work out. I made myself wait until 8:00 this morning to try to give Stephanie at Anahuac another call. As fate would have it, she was attending a meeting in another location, but after pleading my case, the office manager gave me her cell phone number. I left her a message to call me back ASAP, and she did. When I explained my situation she said, “You’re coming to Anahuac now? Whahoo! We really need you!” I was so happy, I thought I’d bust! What a relief.
She also said that the RV pads at the volunteer village on the refuge were all full, but I could stay at their new maintenance facility in Winnie, TX. There are two new paved RV pads there. No caliche, and unlike the volunteer village, the water from the hook-up is potable. I won’t have to haul drinking water from the reverse osmosis tank. I got an address from her for the GPS, and I should be there by lunch time tomorrow.
Stephanie called me back early enough for me to pack up and be on the road by 10:00. After dumping the tanks at the park dump station, I drove about 200 miles to the Red Shoe Park campground at the Coushatta Casino just north of Kinder, LA. It’s my first time staying at a casino. That kind of gambling has never appealed to me, but for $18 I have a paved full hook-up site with an easy off and on from US 165.
When I left Delhi this morning, I wasn’t sure how US 165 was going to be for traveling. You know I prefer the Interstate highways for making time to get somewhere. It turned out to be mostly four lane divided highway through the whole state. I drove through quite a few towns, but it was much better than I had expected when I looked at my map. No rest areas for a pit stop for both Emma and me along the way, but we managed.
After about twenty or so more miles on US 165 tomorrow, I’ll hook up with I-10 and boogie on over to Winnie, TX. Once again, I told Emma, “We’ll be home tomorrow.” I’m not sure she believed me…
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy