In all my life I have spent little time near the Gulf of Mexico. Now it was time to change that record.
One of the great pluses of traveling in this region is the cajun food. Just across from the supercharger in Baton Rouge is the Acme Oyster House. I ordered jambalaya and gumbo while the waitresses pampered Iceman with water and attention while he was tied up in the shade under the awning.
As we progressed westbound from Baton Rouge, we entered bayou country. Here you have vast areas of water mixed with trees and small islands. It was enough to get my boyish imagination working overtime, imagining all the hideouts an aspiring pirate could find in such a place.
With the Tesla fueled by superchargers and me fueled with cajun food, we made out way through Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and then into Texas before calling it a night.