Feb. 24, 2018
Burns Pt., St. Mary’s Parish, LA
After traveling on the WORST 25 miles since we left Maine 12,000 miles ago- and it was on an Interstate- Rt. 90 in Louisianna- it was almost washboardy, but being a divided highway we had to go 60mph. It rattled our bones, tossed stuff in the camper, and poor Rhylee was like a piece of popcorn in a hot air popper!
Anyway, the point of that road was to get us to a little parish road down to Burns Point. A parish campground right on the Gulf of Mexico. We drove past swamp, oil rig companies, and rice fieds to get here. 20 campsites with full hookups for $14/night! And the manager Vic was quite the character! This is the closest we have ever camped to the ocean- 15 ft.
80 degreee temps, 80 percent humidity…can’t go swimming because of the alligators, oh, and the ocean water is brown and shallow.
Grand Isle State Park- about the most south we could go and find a campground- the Delta tempted us, but there doesn’t appear to be any campgrounds down that 150 mile delta road!

 

We are at 6 ft above sealevel on a barrier reef, backed by shallow waters for a hundred miles and then bayou.

This place gets a hurricane every 10 years or so, yet is a big tourist community. The mosquitos here are huge! Way bigger and meaner than Maine ones, if you can believe that. This warm weather has brought them out early!
On the road here, for about 40 miles we were on a causeway road over mostly water- in fact we estimate that it was 70% water and 25% marsh, and 5% dri-ish ground were people had built buildings- mostly for the oil industry.