Before coming, we did a little more exploring around the Saint Augustine area. Besides boats, Harry loves trains and old cars, so he was in heaven. Out in the country we found a train club, and Harry was even allowed to drive (but without passengers).
We're in Louisiana to attend Harry's 50th high school reunion, and we are so lucky that this time we can stay with his sister at her friend's camp on the river. What a treat. From the time we saw Rob and Renee in NO, it seems like we have done nothing but eat and talk. For Sunday lunch for the 4 of us, we had 12 pounds of crawfish and 3 pounds of boiled shrimp! Then here at the camp we had a memorial day cook out. Fresh grilled Copper River salmon Emmy carried back with her on the plane from Seattle, a large barbecued brisket, and 3 deserts. Next, it was juicy fried catfish topped with crawfish etouffe. I won't continue, but you get the idea...
The really wonderful thing is being at the camp. In LA, a camp is a rustic week-end place, usually on a river or lake. This one is on high ground right by the Tangipoa River in Ponchatoula, so it is convenient yet a world away. The camp is a big square building, but only half has solid walls, and the kitchen, bath and shower are there. The rest all has short walls with screen above, a big table for meals, and beds lined up on the porch for sleeping. No TV, no traffic noise--just the insects and the frogs and the owls at night.