The drive from Irving to Shreveport was beautiful. East Texas driving always conjures up memories of Smokey and the Bandit, with 18-wheel trucks and two lane highways separated by tree-filled medians.
I wasn't driving a Black Trans-Am with a big Firebird sticker on the hood, but that didn't stop me from thinking about the movie and pretending I was Burt Reynolds.
We got sun for a awhile, after that the clouds hung low, behaving themselves until about the state line.
A little rain fell on the windshield, reinforcing my belief in Murphy's Law. After finding the Lake Patrol base, we launched the gondola, secured her for the night, and went to dinner.
I'm currently eating a paneed chicken over spicy crawfish linguini.
We're pretty far north, but it's definitely Louisiana.
Tonight we eat because tomorrow we row.