The 325 mile drive from the Florida panhandle to Breaux Bridge, LA was uneventful; Alabama and Mississippi went by quickly but each spawned fond memories from working in those areas years ago. As we neared Louisiana, the change in culture and French influence became more prevalent. Billboards boasted the best crawfish, dirty beans & rice and gumbo but the only way to know which eating house served up the best Cajun meal would have been to try them all (and time, nor waist-line would allow that). Louisiana is the only state in the U.S. with political subdivisions (counties) termed "parishes". Much of the state was formed from sediment from the Mississippi River, creating large marshes and swamps...or bayous, from the French influence. The 18 mile bridge towered over much of the bayous and it was evident that the area had received quiet a bit of rain as the swamps were more like lakes. As we neared our destination of Breaux Bridge, the skies were turning dark and storms were billowing quickly. The picture posted to this blog appears to be taken at night instead of 6:00 in the evening. The night's stay at Pouch's Fish Camp ended well; the storm passed through, the tree behind our camper didn't fall through the raging wind and rain and we got much needed rest. On our way out of camp-heading to Austin, we noticed the Fish Camp was actually a very nice camp area - with lots of nice RV spots, several lakes for fishing, a nice pool and a very clean bath house. We anticipated our drive to Austin would to be a long drive-day, even without a delays...unfortunately, delays did happen.