PI Day: 3.14.15 and Tammany Trace

3/14/15 Saturday in Robert, LA (Passport To Leisure-RPI ($11/night))

Birds are singing, people are out and about. We were all cooped up for all the recent rain, now getting some fresh air. I made some macaroni salad in anticipation of sunshine in our near future.

Also struggled to get a campsite between Albuquerque, NM and Cottonwood,AZ. It’s like West Texas-few places off I-40 where someone could stop for the night. 2 places had phone numbers that didn’t work. I managed to ask Passport America about the first. They couldn’t reach the owners either and this was supposed to be a current PPA campground. I got to the other by asking their competitor if they had the phone number. What they had was the number for the Petrified Forest nearby. The receptionist at the Forest gave me a good number for Crystal Forest Gift Shop Campground (boondock-free), which we preferred to the nearby expensive O K RV Park (that competitor) and the even more expensive Holbrook/Petrified Forest/KOA. No WalMarts, no casinos, no rest areas…

Since we did NO walking yesterday, we decided to check out the Tammany Trace (in St. Tammany Parish), a rails to trails road for bikers, skaters and joggers/walkers. They said it’s really scenic but I think you’d need to bike it (31 miles long) to really get a good sense of its beauty. We saw several Cardinals and heard other birds, saw lots of bikers, a couple joggers, one skater and one walker. Here are some images from our 4 mile walk.  I was amazed that St. Tammany Parish created their own Republic (1st image).  It reminded me of the Conch Republic in the Keys (Florida).

Tammany 1 tammany 2 tammany 3 tammany 6 tammany 7 tammany 8

After that lovely time in the great outdoors, we were ready for our supper of grilled chicken and macaroni salad. Yum!


About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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