We Visited Our Mailbox, Literally

We know, we know, enough with the mailbox stuff already.  This will be the last blog about it.  But this time we really did go visit our mailbox.  We took the official tour of the mailroom, the Escapees administrative offices, and the campground. 

The Escapees mail service is truly impressive.  We were told it is the largest mail forwarding operation in the country.  It has about 10,000 customers (most all of whom are full time RVers) and processes about 25,000 pieces of mail a day.  The mail is trucked to and from the mailroom and the Houston Post Office twice a day.  The mail bypasses the Livingston Post Office not only to speed up delivery, but also the Escapees mailroom processes more mail per day than does the Livingston Post Office.  We did get in this one photo before they told us we couldn’t take any pictures.  But right there over in those file folders is our mailbox.   In the back room was a high speed mail sorting machine employing optical character reading capability.

For the campground tour, we rode the park’s trolley.  This vehicle will represent Escapees in the upcoming Livingston Christmas parade.  We will join other volunteers to decorate it.  In spite of all our near daily walks through the park, they showed us a section that we didn’t know existed.  The park has a number of different kinds of sites from dry camping (no water, electric or sewer hookups), to full hookup sites, to long term rentals, to deeded lots with houses/RV garages on them.

Our Amazing Bottle Openers

In our stay here at the home of our mailbox, we have been to a number of dinners.  We take one of our super duper bottle openers with us each time and they never cease to amaze.  The conversation usually goes something like this:

“What is that?”

“A bottle opener”

“But it is a stick with a screw in it”

“Here let us show you how it works”

“Wow, that is amazing”

So goes the saga of our amazing bottle openers.  So, where did we come up with the design for this amazing invention?  We stole it of course.  For a three-year period we lived and worked in the country of Brazil.  One time when we were traveling, we passed through a craft market.  We saw these sticks with screws in them.  So we asked, “what is that?”………………   So we bought one and said someday we will make some of those ourselves and we did.  We even gave them as Christmas presents one year.

Oh, and how does it work?  Just look at the picture. You slide the bottom side of the head of the screw in under the edge of the cap, and push down on the other end of the handle and voila.   “Wow, that is amazing.”

Thanksgiving with 125 Escapees

No, we didn’t host the prison runaways.  We shared Thanksgiving with our RV Club, Escapees.  We wanted to be somewhere with people for Thanksgiving and targeted our “home base” of Escapees’ Rainbow’s End RV Park.  When we were at Betty’s we met a couple, Dan and Jenny, who were leaving Betty’s and headed to Rainbow’s End the day before us.  They were to hook up with Dennis and Carol, the former owners of an RV Driving School that we were somewhat familiar with.  Gary contacted Dennis and got us signed up for Thanksgiving dinner and to help with its preparations.  On Wednesday, we joined a group of people who carved 12 turkeys for the meal.  For a couple who are not turkey carvers, we didn’t do too bad of a job if we say so ourselves.  After the carving we got together with our new found friends for a dinner of gumbo.  Dan and Jenny are below left and Dennis and Carol below right.

Thursday was a great day.  We had tables of 12.  Each table was provided a platter of the turkey along with gravy, but from there the people at the table provided the food for that table.  I made the pumpkin pies for our table (my sister’s secret recipe).  It kept us from standing in long lines or worse being the last table called to get food.  Nearly everyone there was either a current or former full-time RVer so there was a natural affinity and plenty of stories to share. Thanksgiving on the road worked out mighty well.

Mailbox Sweet Mailbox

One of our taglines is “home is where we park it”, as we are always on the road and sooner or later moving on to our next destination.  But we do have a domicile in Texas which includes a mailbox that is also the address on our Texas drivers licenses, voter registrations (we voted by absentee ballots), vehicle titles and registrations, etc.

 

On Monday we rolled into our Texas home.  We are camped in the Escapees Rainbow’s End RV Park which is where our mailbox is located.  Said differently, we are visiting our mailbox.  No mail forwarding for the next three weeks.  We can just walk up to the mail window and ask for our mail each day if we want, not that we get much “snail mail” anyway.  Our lost mail package finally arrived in ALABMAM.  But at least it has been forwarded and hopefully will catch up with us sometime – 21 days and counting.

 

 

The weather is just fantastic here this week with daily high temperatures approaching 80 degrees which are near record highs.  We updated our local channels feed on Directv to Houston which should work for us through the Winter and into the Spring.

 

 

Texas requires annual vehicle inspections and ours had expired in August.  That is OK as long as you get a new inspection whenever you get back into the State.  Gary took the car for its inspection today.  It’s not that much of an inspection but they make you show current proof of insurance before they will even start.  They do check the brakes, all the lights, the tread depth of the tires, the operation of the wipers and some other stuff.  It probably does cause some repairs to be made and keeps a few hoopties off the road.  We will have the motor home inspected when we move on from our current location. 

We will participate in a Thanksgiving potluck with our fellow Escapees and we will take in some of the activities in the park. All in all, It’s great to be back at the mailbox again!

Cajun Country

I was thinking after the Gulf Coast we would be on our way to Texas.  But then Gary said something like, “I am thinking we should stop at Betty’s for a few days”.  Huh, who is Betty and what is he talking about?  Then another day he said, “if we stop at Betty’s, we could go the the Tabasco factory”.  Well, he at least had my attention with that one, but I still didn’t know who Betty was.  So after we left Mississippi, we drove to Lafayette, Louisiana and took a road south to the town of Abbeville and pulled into Betty’s.

What did I see?  This park is nothing more than about 15 campsites on the outside of a horseshoe-shaped driveway around Betty’s house.  But I quickly discovered what Gary had somehow already found out.  Betty’s RV Park was selected as the most friendly RV Park in the country.   It is a favorite of full-time RVers.  The only group that the park gives a discount to is Escapees, the full-timer organization we belong to.  The park really is run by Betty who started it up after she had retired.  Betty checked us in, guided us back in to our spot and invited us to the daily happy hour on her porch.  Everyone brought appetizers and it was almost more like a potluck than a happy hour.  Everyone was very friendly.  And it seems once people start coming to Betty’s they keep coming back and back.

When we were in the Atlantic Provinces of Canada, we studied the history of that region a bit.  Those areas were first conquested by the French. In the French and Indian wars of 1754 to 1763 (also know as the Seven Years War and by various other names), Great Britain and France warred over these lands with the British finally winning.  The Brits expelled most of the French out of those lands.  Many emigrated to southern Louisiana, then a French-claimed territory.  The Acadians of the Maritimes became know as Cadians, and eventually as Cajuns.  Many of the people in southern western Louisiana are of Acadian descent.  Betty said that she is a Cajun and a descendant of Acadians who were expelled from Nova Scotia.  The Cajuns maintain many Acadian traditions including speaking a dialect of the French language – Cajun.

Cajuns have had a major influence on Louisiana and food is is one of them.  At Betty’s recommendation, we went to a restaurant where we had a crawfish po-boy for lunch.  After lunch we met up with Betty and everyone from the campground at the Museum Café for an afternoon of Cajun music featuring of course the squeezebox and the electric guitar, acoustic guitar, slide guitar and a drummer.  The Museum Café is attached to the Acadian Museum which commemorates and honors the Acadian heritage and Cajun people of Louisiana.  Betty is one of the Living Legends designated by the Acadian Museum.  After many Cajun music classics we went to dinner in Abbeville for some Crawfish etouffe and shrimp and oyster gumbo.

When we got back to the motor home Sunday night, there was an email from Betty inviting all of us to a pot luck at her house on Sunday night.  But first we made our way down to Avery Island, home of Tabasco.  We saw some exhibits, a film, and the bottling lines of the factory.  The Capsicum red peppers are grown right there on the island and are ground and fermented in whiskey barrels for three years with a helping of salt from the salt mine also on the island.  The fermented pepper mash is then mixed with fine vinegar and the bath is stirred for 28 straight days before the pepper sauce is then bottled and shipped and sold in over 150 countries

We also went to the gift shop where there are all things Tabasco, including some ice cream with Tabasco and Tabasco Coca Cola.  At their on-site lunch coach, we had some red beans and rice with sausage.  By the time we got back to Betty’s it was just about time for our potluck.  It was a wonderful evening and the food was bountiful and tasty.  (That is Betty with the food in the picture at the right.)

Driving around Cajun country, we saw more crops that we never saw in the north – sugar cane and rice.  We also saw crawfish holes all over including right behind our motor home.  And as the water table is so high in these lands, all graves are above ground.  Many of the houses are built on stilts as hurricanes would roll straight through these low lying flat areas.

We actually thought about staying on through Thanksgiving, but we already had our plans to get to Texas so we didn’t get caught in “Betty’s web” as it is known.  But staying on for a Turducken Thanksgiving Dinner with such a friendly bunch sure was a temptation.  We don’t know when we will be back through southern Louisiana, but the next time I will be the one saying,, “let’s stop a few days at Betty’s”.

New Orleans

We used our base on the Mississippi Gulf Coast for a day trip into New Orleans.  We didn’t know where to park but then we remembered that there is a casino in downtown New Orleans so we figured we would just park there for free.  A great plan until we got there.  They had a height limit of 6 feet 6 inches.  We once loosely measured our car height to the top of our cargo carrier and Gary seemed to remember that it was 77 inches which even if he remembered correctly would only have allowed for 1 inch of clearance.  So no free parking for us and the lot that seemed to be advertising $8 a day was really $18 a day.

We hadn’t eaten breakfast at the motor home, so we headed off for a local delicacy, beignets and chicory coffee at Café du Monde.  Some describe beignets as rectangular donuts without holes (and tons of powdered sugar), but to us they had a bit more the taste of funnel cakes,  They were tasty in any event and a New Orleans institution.

A bit later it was lunch time and we took in another delicacy of New Orleans, the muffuletta sandwich.  The bread is round and somewhat like a focaccia.  It is split horizontally and covered with layers of marinated olive salad, capicola, mortadella, salami, pepperoni, ham, swiss cheese and provolone.  Olives aren’t cajun or creole, so where does this one come from?  Apparently New Orleans had a significant wave of Italian immigration way back when and they brought the olives and olive oils with them and right there in New Orleans was created the muffuletta sandwich.

If you are thinking all we did in New Orleans was eat….. well, that was not quite the case.  We did a lot of walking along the riverfront and all through the French Quarter areas. 

Mississippi Gulf Coast

We moved from Alabama over to Mississippi.  Although we were in the vicinity of the Gulf while in Alabama (about 20 miles) we really are at the Gulf here in Mississippi.  We are staying at a campground associated with a casino.  We are just across the road from a sandy Gulf beach.

 

Our first full day here we toured the Gulf Coast from Bay St Louis where we are camped through Pass Christian, Long Beach, Gulfport, and Biloxi.  If those names sound familiar, they are areas that were devastated by Hurricane Katrina.  You often think of New Orleans when you think of Katrina, but New Orleans was affected heavily by the breaching of the levees and the related flooding.  The Mississippi Gulf coast took the brunt of the winds.  Katrina hit over seven years ago, but you still see signs of its devastation.  One thing we particularly enjoyed though was the “Katrina Sculptures”.  In the devastation and destruction including of trees that had stood for generations, Martin Miller a professional wood sculptor spent three years carving a trail of sculptures that stretches for 40 miles.

One of the main forms of commerce on the Mississippi Gulf Coast is the casino industry.  There are 12 casinos in this stretch of shoreline.  Most all of them also were heavily damaged by Katrina.  Before Katrina, all casinos there were required to be “riverboats”.  These giant multi-story barges were washed ashore during Katina and in some cases created yet more damage smashing homes and buildings as they were tossed around on the mainland.  After Katrina the law was changed so that the casinos could be land-based.  That spawned a building/rebuilding boom that has turned the greater Biloxi area into a gaming destination.  Yes, we made a bit of a donation to the recovery of the post-Katrina casinos.

Our First Mail Failure

As we have noted previously, we use a mail forwarding service to handle all of our “snail mail”.  Everything goes to a mailbox in Texas and is forwarded to us when we tell them to, wherever we are staying put for awhile.  And sometimes when we have an extended stay, we take the opportunity to have order up some items and have them shipped to us if the campground allows that.

While in southern Alabama, we had some parts for the motor home shipped to us out of Oregon general delivery at the local post office.  The pack was supposed to arrive within 7 days, a few days ahead of our departure.  But 10 days later it still hadn’t arrived and we were scheduled to leave the the next day.  We could have stayed, but the next day was Sunday, and Monday was a Veteran’s Day Postal holiday and we didn’t have any information from the tracking data that indicated when it was ever going to get there anyway.

We went to the Post Office to see what they could do for us, fearful that we might just be out of the $50 cost of the parts.  They indicated that they normally don’t forward such packages, but agreed that under these circumstances they owed us a forward and would do so.  We hope when we get to Texas and the home of our our mail forwarding box that the package/parts will be there.

Mobile Bay

We were in the Mobile Bay area for the entire time we stayed in southern Alabama but didn’t get to the city of Mobile until our last weekend.  We had been to the city of Fairhope on the eastern shore of Mobile Bay a few times as our campground was close to Fairhope.  One thing that we always noticed about Fairhope was that they had beautiful flower planter boxes throughout the town.  It gave an already pretty town nice splashes of color.

For our trip around the bay, we drove south to the Gulf at Gulf Shores.  We followed the shore line west only to find out that we hadn’t paid enough attention to the map that that the shore drive didn’t go through, so we had to circle back to Gulf Shores and just a bit north to get a road that would go through.  But the houses along the Gulf were very colorful and we enjoyed our detour.

 

We took the ferry that traverses the mouth of Mobile Bay from Fort Morgan in the east to Dauphin Island on the west.  One bay thing about a ferry is that if you arrived just a couple minutes after the ferry has left the dock, you have quite a wait until the next sailing (somehow we know this).  There are oil drilling platforms in the Bay right along the ferry route.  It was also through these waters that produced one of the most famous naval commands of all time:  “damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead”  issued by
Admiral Farragut in attacking the bay during the Civil War’s battle of Mobile. After a quick look around Dauphin Island we headed north across a bridge with a very steep ramp section to move up to Mobile.  It was dark by the time we actually arrived in Mobile so we just had dinner without much exploring.  But we did drive drive through Mobile in the daylight as we headed west to Mississippi.  You first take a long bridge across the northern end of Mobile Bay.  Upon reaching an island just east of Mobile you pass down through the George C. Wallace tunnel under the water and under a major shipping channel of the Port of Mobile.  You can’t help but think, what if one of this ships happened to hit the tunnel, but thank goodness it didn’t happen to us.

 

 

Thank You

We are thankful for all of the condolences we received about the death of Gary’s mother.  When living on the road and in an electronic age, condolences are conveyed in many different manners – via a blog, on Facebook, in emails, through phone calls, and in person at the funeral home.  But no matter what the medium, they were appreciated in a sad and tough time.

We received the call from Gary’s brother one day and were on the road the next.  Our trip from our campground in southern Alabama to Indiana and back totaled 1800 miles and we spent 5 nights in three different motels.  We had to take Alley cat with us.

Many people came by the funeral home and attended the funeral and funeral dinner.  Gary and his brother and sister each shared at the funeral one of their many memories of their mother.

You don’t sleep well in a period like this and with all the travel, we were extremely tired.  But we have recovered and have explored the local area a bit more before we start moving across Mississippi and Louisiana to Texas.