We celebrated upon crossing a steep and long bridge over the border between Texas and Louisiana and began a 100+-mile drive along highway 82 with the Gulf of Mexico on our right and the Bayou on our left. Along our road every house and structure was elevated on stilts to avoid flooding.
As we drove we speculated about the difficulty of escaping from an impending hurricane or the consequences of these storms destroying homes and property. This day we were driving would be a real estate agent's dream sell opportunity. We, however, thought about this scenario:
We stopped along our several hour coastal drive to walk over and wet our feet in the bathwater warm water.
This was the first time Ruth had experienced the amazingly warm Gulf water compared to that of our bone chilling Pacific. It was idyllic. The only problem was that there were no Home Depots, Best Buys, Starbucks, K-Marts, McDonald's, Piggly Wigglies, Bucky's Burgers, Auto Zones, gas stations, liquor stores, Walgreens, outlet stores, and just about the same old crap that we have enjoyed in every small town from California to the Gulf Coast...if we lived here, we would be despondent!