Once upon a time ago, as my DS used to say, I used to aspire to the lofty career of truck driver. I thought there would be nothing better than getting paid to drive across the country. I was young. I liked road trips. I liked listening to music. I liked singing to the music. I could just picture myself, driving, seeing the sights, singing away to my heart's content.
I still enjoy a good road trip.
This particular road, Highway 146, had a feature that sent me into vacation mode right away. I was driving and didn't take a picture. DH was eating so I didn't even bother to ask him to take one. So this picture, and a few following, are borrowed off the World Wide Waste of time.
The Fred Hartman Bridge. 8 lanes wide. 2.6 miles long. 178 feet above the water. It took 11 years to build.
Maybe it's growing up in the Bay Area. The San Francisco Bay, that is. I love bridges!
Now granted, this bridge wasn't the Golden Gate, nor was it the Oakland Bay Bridge, but it was still a cable bridge that spanned a fairly significant amount of bay water. The views from it were great fun, as much as you can admire the view from the driver's seat.
It's like the bridge served to not only transport us physically from one side of the Houston ship channel to the other, it also was a mental transport from the hometown area to the vacationing area.
It's good that the happy mindset was goin' on, because construction on I-10 brought traveling to a complete and total stand still. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Stop. Go.
DH was asleep.
DS was reading. He and I like to listen to books on CD. Our latest favorites include A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snickett. They crack us up. DS was reading book 6. We had heard books 3, 4, 5, and 7, which we had checked out before our trip to see if we liked the series. He was very curious to fill in the blank.
My clutch leg was getting a work out.
We finally hit that breaking point. It's like everyone on the highway is singing, "Booooorn freeeeeeeeeee!" Yay! Speed limit driving!
It didn't last long.
More traffic.
I think we were on the other side of Beaumont now.
DH woke up. "What's the deal?"
I know, right?
We weren't too far now from our first scheduled stop, the welcome center rest area just after crossing the Louisiana state line. I was able to get the street view on Google maps. It looked really nice actually. A lake. Lots of grass. Some picnic tables. And best of all. A POTTY!!
Unfortunately, the Louisiana Department of Transportation must be behind on updating their web site. The rest area was closed.
Not too far down the road, in Sulphur, LA, the lovely, green, informative highway sign let DS know that Wendy's was at the next exit.
The backseat spoke. "Can I have some Wendy's? I feel like some chicken nuggets. Mmmmm."
I felt like using a potty.
Works for me!
The Ruth Street exit in Sulphur is a fast food mecca. It would appear, however, that Wendy's was a popular choice on this day, because everyone and their dog decided to eat there around 2:00 PM that Friday.
Did I ever mention that I used to dance? In high school. A bit in college. I used the bars that formed the waiting line to stretch my legs. My clutch leg was really tight. I didn't mind the wait.
DH and I were drooling over the new Frosty-cinos. Audibly.
It's our irresistible, real dairy Frosty with coffee syrup from real-brewed coffee. We hand spin it, top it with real whipped cream and drizzle with chocolate to create an exciting, deliciously different Frosty Shake.
Oh my.
The lady in line in front of us used to work for Wendy's. She gave us the low down on the menu. Thumbs up on the new Frosty-cinos. In fact, she used to have too many of them. That's how she got into trouble. And why she no longer works for Wendy's.
She couldn't hang in the line though.
I guess she knew of another Wendy's. With a huff and an announcement, she bailed to go over there.
She obviously wasn't on her way to WDW and practicing her LINE patience.
Wendy's was now cruising on down the interstate.
The interstate was spanning more water. Lake Charles and the Calcasieu River.
This bridge was almost like a roller coaster ride. It may be difficult to see from these photos, but it has a serious incline and decline.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I was having a good time driving this interstate! Lake Charles looked like a fun spot. I noticed that there looked to be a good unofficial rest area/park type place right off the highway here. I looked it up and found the Southwest Louisiana Convention & Visitors Bureau, home of the Lake Charles Gator Pond. Just East of the I-10 bridge.
We also offer non-living gators...in the form of sculptures...Gators on the Geaux, a city-wide exhibit features close to 70 uniquely decorated alligator sculptures designed by local artists.
This looks like a stop similar in quality to where we actually did stop.
We were now approachinig the elevated portion of I-10. Two lanes divided through the Atchafalaya Swamp. Maximum speed limit 60 MPH.
Here, also, was our next stop. Exit 121. The Atchafalaya Welcome Center. I can't tell you how much fun we had coming up with all the different ways you could pronounce, Atchafalaya. Pronounciation variation is one of DH's and mine's favorite pastimes on road trips.
It's more than just a potty and some vending machines. Although, they have those...
Which are located in a separate building to the right of the main building. There's a covered walkway between the two. Looking at these guys...
You might never suppose that seconds before they were engaged in a highly amusing game of pull my finger...
A game that Momma prefers to be played OUTSIDE her car.
This welcome center was opened in the hopes of raising eco-awareness for the Atchafalaya Basin.
It's more than a counter with brochures and pamphlets, although it has that too. Along with a nice sitting area...like you need to sit at a rest stop... The first item of note is the short informative film. I think it's about 5 minutes long. Go through the wooden doors that you can see to the right in this picture. DS is acting all surprised at the animals in the exhibit...
Because the animals in this exhibit are animatronic. They move and talk to you. They warn you that the doors will open and close automatically. On the other side of the doors, you enter into an octagonally shaped room. There is ledge seating all around the perimeter of the room. We were the only ones there when we visited, so I didn't hesitate to take some pictures, which didn't come out too well. The room was pitch black and I couldn't remember how to turn the flash off on my camera.
There is a bird above the main screen that talks to you.
At times, the entire room is a part of the viewing experience.
The film is well done. At the end of it, I was thinking to myself that there was a lot to see, do, and discover about this area. We continued to stretch and walk around. There are several exhibits which highlight different cultural, historical, and environmental aspects of the Atchafalaya Basin.
Many of the exhibits had screens filled with information that would periodically change. You can see the screen changing in this shot.
DS really wanted to TOUCH that alligator skin.
I LOVE the pelican. Maybe it's because I love to SAY it. Pel-lee-kin.
Outside the main building, there is a nice place to have a picnic lunch, if you had one with you.
We picked up a lot of reading material in the form of brochures, maps, and various other free informational literature. It was a great place to stop. Something entertaining to do that didn't take a whole lot of time. This welcome center offers the road weary traveler a much needed break, especially if you were stuck traffic, like the travelers you see in the westbound lanes here...