After leaving the Moreau family in Simmesport, my Dad and I ventured across the muddy Mississippi. We traversed the river by ferry which was really quite exciting for me. Once we reached the other side, we toured the historic areas of St. Francisville, including the plantation where Audubon painted many of his famous bird portraits.
That evening we camped at the Green Acres RV Park. While dining on gruel inside the pavilion, my Dad and I met the manager of the RV park who offered to take us to the restaurant at the convenience store he owned. He ordered fried chicken and six fried boudin balls for us. Boudin = rice, pork and spices mixed together and stuffed in sausage casing = delicious.
The next morning we awoke, traveled along many of Louisiana's country roads, enjoyed reading the church signs, saw more inmates at work and triumphantly entered Franklinton.
We knew there weren't any campgrounds in Franklinton so once we got to Tangipahoa (try saying that aloud), I called the non-emergency police number and asked if they could recommend a safe camping spot. Long story short, Lieutenant Frankie Jones said we could camp in the "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY" area behind the police station. It was great. She even let us come in and use their showers and bathroom.
Tonight we are staying with the Panella family in Poplarville, MS. They have been wonderful to us. They fed us a delicious dinner and introduced us to their mule, horses, goats, dogs, hens, cats and other animals.
As for tomorrow...we are renting a car so we can see New Orleans!
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