Here, we're parked at the visitors center closer to the lake.
Joyce and Ditto in the "shade" of a dead live oak tree.
If you look closely, you'll see the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway Bridge.
Then we crossed it into New Orleans.
We didn't hang around New Orleans. The streets of the French Quarter are not very motor home friendly and Ditto couldn't visit the restaurants and tourist traps, anyway. Instead, we headed on across the Huey P. Long Bridge which was an experience all its own.
I stayed in the outside lane as far over as I dared to allow the much faster traffic to pass. I was so close the tailpipe dragged along the curb. Looking up in this photo you see the railroad trestle. The bridge is an auto and railroad bridge built as one. As you get up above the Mississippi River, the auto lanes are suspended on either side of the railroad tracks. When a train passes, the bridge bounces. Kind of scary!
