So, we’re in New Orleans now and we’re trying to shake off last night’s attempt at Bourbon Street. There’s not much to do in New Olreans at night besides listen to live music and drink. We did both. At one point in the night I was on a balcony of a bar overlooking Bourbon Street, feeling a little out of place. There were men all around me with beads in hand, salivating over the thought of seeing titties. Katy and I apparently looked too sober or too much like a lesbian couple to get harassed that night – thank goodness!
Here’s some live music from the first bar we stopped at:
Anyway – so we had our second camping adventure in Hunting Island, SC. We drove there from Pat's in Charlotte, after a brief detour to have lunch with my mom and the friend she was visiting in Raleigh, NC.
We arrived at Hunting Island State Park later that evening. The camp grounds were full of RVs and tacky RV set-ups – some people decorated their sites with lanterns and lawn ornaments and some people even brought their direct TV dishes. The whole RV camping thing doesn’t make much sense to either Katy or I. Luckily our campground was tucked away from everyone else, but to be so isolated we had to forfeit a spot right on the beach.
We arrived at our site, set up our tent and left to buy firewood at the camp store. We returned to our site not ten minutes later and found our cooler had been rummaged through. Damn raccoons drank our soy milk, ate a container of hummus and nibbled on our cheese! Luckily we still had food for the evening. Katy got the fire roaring and cooked a pasta, veggie, hummus concoction that was yummy!