New Orleans and Mardi Gras

A while ago I posted a blog about listening to that inner voice, you know the one that is telling you when something isn’t right. Sometimes that inner voice just isn’t doing its job. Maybe it isĀ and I just wasn’t hearing it. It was a long driving day, and one of the 2 GPSes we used was giving us the wrong directions to the state park we were heading to. So I stopped on the side of the road twice to check the directions on the map. The first time, we ended up at the back entrance to the park, which we obviously couldn’t get in. The second time, I finally figured out where we needed to be. There was a street that went straight to the road we needed to be on. So great, I’ll scoot down there. Just as I’m making the turn, I see the No Trucks sign, as does Trish. Being from Toronto, where a No Truck sign usually means they don’t want commercial trucks going through residential streets and not that commercial sized vehicles don’t fit, I figured this was the same. Continue reading


From San Diego to New Orleans

After our boondocking adventures in Quartzsite, we had to decide, do we start heading back east right away or go south to visit Yuma first. Our ultimate goal is to make it back to Florida for our wedding with a stop in New Orleans for Mardi Gras, so we didn’t have a lot of time left for extra trips.
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