Another day, another bridge, another state

We rode 67 miles to Slidell, Louisiana, enjoying nice roads with good shoulders, light traffic, and only a few smatterings of rain.  Our route sounded like news reports after Katrina: Gulfport, Pass Christian, Bay St. Louis.  Not having seen the area before, I wasn’t aware of signs of that huge storm.  I feel like I’m getting my biking legs back, although favorable winds also help.  We are staying in a very large house right on the shore of Lake Pontchartrain for two nights.

Family business in Gulfport

We met this gentleman on the Bay St. Louis Bridge.  He is walking from California to Washington DC as a way to encourage people to pray.  I’m not sure of the connection.

View from one of several small bridges we crossed.

Mattan, cutting the traditional Mardi Gras king cake we had for dessert, is a second generation rider with the group.  I have done several rides with his mother, Ziva, and Mattan and his wife Michelle rode with us a few days on the Gaspe in 2017 and joined us now from Tallahassee to New Orleans.  They are many years from retirement, so don’t have the luxury of longer trips.

Sunset on Lake Pontchartrain, taken from the deck of our house.