I was traveling on Interstate 20 the other day and made a stop in West Monroe, Louisiana. I’ve always loved Antique Alley there and never seem to have enough time to cover the whole strip.
I was glad to check out Miss Kay’s Sweets & Eats. The Duck Dynastypersonality recently opened a bakery and lunch spot in a renovated 1920s-era building that was once West Monroe’s first gas station. I was in a hurry so I grabbed some potato salad to go. (I’m a tough potato salad critic, so if that’s an example of the quality of other items on the menu, I’ll be back!).
I enjoyed the mural on the side of the building (see top of page) and was glad to know the West Monroe Farmers Market wasn’t far away and open six days a week, so I hopped on over. Here are a few pictures from that quick trip.
Earlier this month, the TammanyTrace was named one of the Hall of Fame trails by the Rails-to-Trails Conservancy, and I thought it was about time I blogged about this wonderful bicycling spot in Louisiana.
I was just getting back into bicycling a few years ago when I came up with the idea of bicycling 55 miles for my 55th birthday. Seasoned cyclists are used to knocking that out in one morning, but I reserved a whole weekend. I had not ridden more than 10 miles at a time in 30 years.
I found the perfect route in The TammanyTrace, a rails-to-trails project on the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain. The Tammany Trace is 27.35 miles from the western point in downtown Covington through Mandeville and Abita Springs to the end point at Highway 190 west of Slidell.
Double that and you’re close to 55 miles. (Eventually, another four miles will be paved to extend the trail into the center of Slidell.)
Louisiana may not be the most bicycle friendly state, but it has much to brag about with the well-maintained Tammany Trace, built on an abandoned Illinois Central Gulf Railroad corridor. The Rails-to-Trail Conservancy, a nationwide trails organization has named 30 Hall of Fame trails for their scenery, historic significance and other values. The asphalt trail is free of car traffic and dedicated to cyclists, walkers, in-line skaters and such.
My favorite stretch is the 12 miles between Mandeville and Covington. It passes bayous and shady pine forests, quaint towns with farmers markets, museums and cool eateries.
I loved getting off the trail and exploring these three spots:
Downtown Covington: From art galleries to a hardware store that has been around since 1876, there is a lot of see in downtown Covington. There’s a farmer’s market each Wednesday and Saturday.
Lake Ponchartrain Shore: We stayed at a guest house in what is known as Old Mandeville on the most recent trip, and that was great as it was only a few blocks away from the trail in one direction and the shore of Lake Pontchartrain in the other. Lakefront Park on the shore is another great to place to cycle and people watch. And the homes on Lakefront Drive overlooking the park are gorgeous.
Fountainbleau State Park: This is what Louisiana state parks are supposed to look like — live oaks dripping with Spanish moss and lovely cabins on the water.
In the Northshore you can get great New Orleans-style meals without the hassle of the city. Some of the popular New Orleans spots such as Acme Oyster House, Mandina’s and Cafe du Monde have Northshore locations. There also are some nice independent restaurants too. We liked Nuvolari’s, an old Italian restaurant just a couple of blocks from Lake Ponchartrain in Mandeville.
The Tammany Trace is in St. Tammany Parish, one of Louisiana’s so-called “Florida parishes” because they were once part of western Florida. With that history, the parish has a vibe that is a blend of Florida and Louisiana. It is Louisiana’s fastest growing and most affluent parish.
The Tammany Trace will always be a special place for me as it was there when I discovered (at age 55 then) that I could still ride a bike.
With the enticing displays of watermelons at the grocery store, you may not feel the need to drive to a produce stand or farmers market to find a juicy sweet one.
But sometimes you find yourself on a Louisiana country road in July, passing handmade signs advertising hay for sale, fresh farm eggs and, less frequently, melons.
I was on such a road, Highway 4 in Bienville Parish, the other day when I came across all of those signs, including one for Plunkett Farms Watermelons near the General Store of Castor.
It actually advertised watermelons and black Angus, but since I didn’t have the need (or room in our Camry) for the latter, I concentrated on the melons.
Highway 4 is already off of the beaten path, but you have to go even farther –another half mile or so on a dirt road–past the main house, rusted tractors and sycamore trees to get to Plunketts 20-acre watermelon patch.
There I found Ronald Plunkett and his helpers under a canopy shading them from the harsh afternoon sun. The melons weren’t piled up there, but I was invited to ride in a cart to the field to pick the one I wanted.
Plunkett himself goes out early in the morning, hand picks the ripe ones and piles them up at the edge of the field. By the time he opens at 7 a.m., there’s often a line of truck peddlers waiting to buy them. Plunkett’s father began growing watermelons 68 years ago, and the Plunketts have sold to Brookshire’s and Walmart until the vendor rules got too onerous for him. He has another 25 acres of watermelons planted elsewhere.
We were on our way to Jonesboro that day, and I would have loved to have chatted more but I did get to ask Plunkett and his helpers how to pick the perfect watermelon–whether you’re in the field, at a farmers market or at Kroger.
“Look for a brown scar. I don’t know why but that’s how I have the best luck,” said one guy. I did a little research online where one report suggested brown scarring or webbing meant there was more pollination of the flowers that produce the fruit on the watermelon vine. More pollination = more sweetness, many reports say.
Other tips I’ve read about include:
(1) a creamy yellow “field spot”
(2) a brown rather than a green stem and
(3) uniformly shaped, whether round or oval.
I asked Plunkett for his best advice:
“If it’s shiny on the outside, it’s not ripe. It dulls as it ripens,” he said.
Whatever method you use, Plunkett said the least is the thumping.
“You’re not doing anything but making your finger sore.”
Castor is about an hour southeast of Shreveport and 18 miles west of Saline, a town known for its watermelons. Along my drive the other day, I found some other signs. One advertised Saline Watermelons and gave a telephone number. Another house with a patch outside simply had “Melons” painted on a white sheet. Bienville Parish is a colorful slice of rural Louisiana. If you want to learn more, read here or here.
Something is always going on at Faith Farms & Arena on Highway 527 in the southern Bossier Parish community of Elm Grove.
Every other Sunday afternoon there’s a farmers market with a neighborly feel. I went just before the Fourth of July and found fresh tomatoes, sweet corn, juicy watermelon and beef for the grill. Plus, there was plenty to take home for the freezer — purple hull peas, pintos, crowders and such.
The farm has been owned by Larry and Debbie Roberts for more than 20 years and is now managed by grandson Colton Wilkins, who has cattle and horses and typical agriculture crops of wheat, corn & hay.
But there’s so much more to this family-run operation that will keep you coming back again and again.
Colton’s mother, Candy Wilkins, the Roberts’ daughter, is the event manager and has been adding activities during the past year to meet the need for more family entertainment. Besides the biweekly farmers market, there’s:
*Farm animal petting zoo, play area and pony rides. (You also can bring your own horse ($10 fee) have a good place to ride.
*Sunday lunch and Monday/Wednesday suppers. Candy’s husband Buck is usually frying catfish for lunch on farmer’days ($10). Meals are offered for sale (eat in or to go) on Monday and Wednesday nights for an affordable $7 to $10.
*Kernel Kobb’s Corn Maze. Beginning Sept. 23 through Oct. 31, Kernal Kobb’s corn maze will bring more activity here along with haunted house — the Gentleman Death’s Shocktale Show, run by Shreveport’s longstanding Gas Light Players theatre group.
There’s a plethora of activity throughout the year–horse riding events, Valentine’s Dinner, an Easter egg hunt, Polar Express family movie night, bible studies, concerts and charity benefits.
You don’t have to drive far from Shreveport-Bossier City to experience a little country life. If you only have a few minutes, drop by and pick up some fresh produce or a meal to go. If you want to while away an afternoon arrive early, eat lunch in and air conditioned portion of the arena, let kids play or ride ponies and enjoy a fun Sunday summer afternoon on the farm.
Next Farmer’s Market Dates: July 16 & 30 noon to 4 p.m.
The recent opening of the two-mile extension of the Arthur Teague Trail inspired me to hop on my bicycle and check it out.
I recommend you do too.
The trail now extends for seven miles along Bossier City’s side of the Red River, but the highlight is the newly-opened southern leg that takes you right by the Red River National Wildlife Refuge.
The refuge opened in 2012, but I had never visited there until now. Red River National Wildlife Refuge is a quiet nature lover’s paradise just two minutes away from one of Shreveport-Bossier’s busiest traffic areas –the Jimmie Davis Bridge that crosses the Red River.
Once the path crosses under the bridge, you’re greeted by hardwoods and river frontage vegetation, which were still lush and green from summer rains when I visited in late June. Before you know it you’re at the Wildlife Refuge with trails, a pretty lake view and visitors center with interesting wildlife exhibits.
I especially liked the places that invited you to linger –benchs throughout the trails, rocking chairs on the back porch and comfy chairs inside by a window where you can spend a few minutes watching the birds fly to and from the feeders.
If you’re more outdoorsy, there’s six miles of marked and mowed hiking trails — one leads to a children’s nature play area, another one on a levee through an old pecan orchard and another through a wild plum thicket. (Plums are mostly gone now but visitors are free to pick plums and pecans for personal use when available).
I didn’t make it through all the paths as the heat of the day was chasing me. But, it’s a place for all seasons — butterflies, dragonflies & reptiles during the summer (yes, that includes snakes and alligators), spring nesting and migrating birds during the winter. The refuge’s brochure lists 246 species of birds, from cardinals abundant year-round to rarer willets, large shorebirds seen at intervals of two to five years. In October, the refuge hosts a Fall Wildlife Celebration with hayrides, canoeing and opportunities to see wildlife up close.
Plenty of reasons to go back there.
Red River National Wildlife Refuge is open sunrise to sunset everyday. The visitor’s center is open 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. Monday through Friday; 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. most Saturdays; and 1 to 4 p.m. Sundays occasionally. (Weekend hours depend on volunteer staffing).
There are many entry points for riding on the Arthur Teague Trail. Favorite spots are the Bossier Sheriff’s Substation/boat launch and Walker Place Park, where you can take the new bicycle/pedestrian bridge over the motorized traffic on the parkway. The trail’s northern terminus is near Diamond Jack’s Casino, and there’s good river views all along the way, although there’s little shade along the northern section.
I love stumbling upon summer produce on the side of the road like I did the other day when I was taking the backroads to a clock repair shop.
Driving down Buncombe Road on the west edge of Shreveport turned out to be a nice adventure.
It all started when I saw the muscadine vines and an “open” sign at On Cloud Wine, which bills itself as “the biggest little winery in Louisiana.” Outside, chickens, geese and ducks were roaming, and there were fresh eggs for sale in the porch refrigerator.
Inside, owner Debbie Keckler was cleaning some equipment used to produce and bottle 16 varieties of wine. One Cloud Winery makes all of the wine onsite with juices from all over the world and the muscadines growing just a few feet away.
Cajun Culade, a sweet muscadine wine, and Bourbon Street Jazz, White Zinfandel, and wine of the month, are just two of the catchy Louisiana-themed names. There’s also lots of cute gift items.
Hours are Monday through Friday 1 to 6 pm and Saturday from 11 am to 6 pm. The tasting bar is open Thursdays through Saturdays.
Next, I came across a truckload of watermelons and a canopy covering fresh vegetables at the intersection of Woolworth and Buncombe roads. Clyde Adams is there most Mondays through Saturdays. Everything he was selling that day came from his farm in nearby Greenwood, except for the red and yellow-meated watermelons that he brought in from DeRidder.
I picked up some squash and my first watermelon of the season, I did not regret it. It’s usually hit or miss when I pick watermelons, but Clyde thumped around and found me a winner.
A few miles down the road, I began seeing Burma-shave style signs announcing what’s upcoming—“cucumbers…raw honey…canning tomatoes…sweet corn 4 u freezer.”
I must have just missed the closing. The gate was locked so I’ll have to go back another time. The stand is called Matthew’s Garden, and it’s regularly open weekdays and Saturday afternoons.
Next to that farm is Mikissick Herb Farm. The McKissicks don’t have a roadside stand but sell fresh produce and essential oils at the Shreveport Farmers Market. I caught up with Marilyn McKissick last Saturday, who said the summer crop is winding down but she’s planting fall tomatoes.
She also said at least one more farmer may occasionally sell produce at the corner of Buncombe and Simpson Road
Along the way I saw Black-eyed Susans blooming, eggs and hay for sale and maybe an old tractor too. When I got to Greenwood, there was also produce for sale at the entrance of a BBQ restaurant, but I had already spent my budget.
So I recommend a summer drive down Buncombe Road. You never know what you might find.
Highway 3049, between I-49 and the Red River north of Shreveport, is smiling with sunflowers this time of year.
The two-lane farm road is a state designated Scenic Byway. It became a favorite bicycling route of mine shortly after moving to Shreveport 35 years ago.
About 20 years ago, one farmer planted sunflowers along the route. Another followed and then another until Highway 3049 and some connecting roads became part of the Sunflower Trail. That trail shows off its sunflowers each June with a festival. This year’s event is this Saturday, June 17.
That day, Highway 3049 and its side roads will be busy with sightseers, but most other times bicyclists only compete with a few cars, farm vehicles and perhaps a turtle crossing the road. Some of the roads have a bumpy chipseal surface and a few potholes, but those drawbacks are outweighed by a flat terrain throughout the entire country route.
The scenery of sunflowers, lush green pastures and lovely plantation homes is reason enough to ride there, but there’s plenty of history too, It’s all documented on historical markers erected by the Red River Crossroads Historical Association. In between, you’ll find fresh tomatoes and melons at Ryan Farms Produce at Dixie, (return in the car later for those), chicken fried steak and other tasty lunches at Main Street Restaurant in Gilliam and who knows what else along the way.
One of my favorite routes includes the Sentell Road loop off of 3049. Beginning at the Dixie Cotton Gin, the 7-mile horseshoe-shaped loop curves around to hug the Red River levee and passes rich farmland, sunflowers and more history. Here are a few photos from that loop. There’s a huge sunflower field with a walking trail and opportunities to take photos or clip your own sunflower souvenirs. At another nearby field, you can pick a dozen zinnias for $2. (It’s on the honor system. You put your money in a box.)
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If you go this Saturday, check out the sunflowers, art and food vendors from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. in Gilliam, a lawn and garden tour in Dixie, homemade ice cream at a restored plantation commissary.
If you’re going to bicycle, go on a quieter day. But don’t wait too long. The sunflowers will only be there a few weeks.
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More information and a great map overview is available at:
I just went berry picking at Shuqualak (pronounced “sugar lock” Farms in Frierson.
There’s usually plenty of berry options at local farmers markets, but there’s something about donning the straw hat and watching the sun rise as you head to a rural berry patch to pick your own.
Broox and Judy Burris run the blueberry and blackberry operation started by Broox’s father in 1986. The land has been in Broox’s family since 1916. He’s the fourth generation owner.
During berry season, the farm is open from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. seven days a week. There are about four acres each of blueberry and blackberry bushes. Check out the Shuqualak Farms Facebook page for up-to-date status.
Since I did get up before dawn, I was the first customer that day. I got a chance to chat with Judy, a fun person and a great source of information on how to get the best berries. “A gentle touch and they fall in your hands. If you have to tug, they’re not ripe enough yet.”
Shuqualak is a town in Mississippi. Broox’s father came across the town while traveling and felt it would be a good name for the farm since he called his wife “Sug” and the Choctaw Indian name meant “hog heaven.” He asked the mayor of Shuqualak if it was OK to use it.
So it’s Shuqualak Farms, but you won’t find any hogs there, no sugar cane — just blackberries and blueberries bursting with flavor as well as antioxidants, fiber, Vitamin C, Vitamin K, manganese and a host of other nutrients that put them on many “super food” lists.
Shuqualak Farms is off Highway 175 and a 20-minute drive from the edge of Shreveport. I have ridden this route several times with bicycle groups. Just before you get to the Shuqualak Farms turn, you’ll pass Bit’s Country Store, our bicycle group’s stop for breakfast.
Whether you’re on a bicycle or not, I suggest you stop in and grab a sausage egg biscuit. The biscuits are melt-in-your-mouth fluffy.
Highway 175 intersects Harts Island Road, a popular Shreveport bicycling route. It’s about 11 miles from the LSU Pecan Station to Bit’s Country Store and less than a half mile from the store’s biscuits to Shuqualak’s blueberry and blackberry bushes.
In Louisiana I’ve always thought April was for strawberries, May was for blackberries, June for blueberries and July was the best time for peaches. But that may vary from year to year and by fruit variety. Like autumn fall color, berry season is short so you want to pick while you can.
“Mother Nature has the final say. This year we didn’t have a winter so the blueberries that normally just begin to get ripe June 1 have been early this year,” Judy said.
After you’ve filled your bucket, return to the Blueberry Barn, an old farmhouse built before the turn of the century, and sample a blueberry popsicle. You can buy some to take home or buy the syrup to make your own.
Blueberries and blackberries are $14 for five quarts if you pick your own. Blueberries also are usually available pre-picked for $20.
There’s also smaller kid’s buckets, picnic tables, harness buckets so you can pick with two hands, even canes to borrow for balance.
Locating Mt. Driskill, Louisiana’s highest point, is no easy task. For starters, it’s only 535 feet so finding a summit that juts up from the “hills” of eastern Bienville Parish is difficult from the road.
And since it is the third lowest state summit (behind Florida and Delaware), Mt. Driskill is hardly a tourist attraction. Directions aren’t prominent until you get to the trailhead in the parking lot of a church.
On our first attempt, we set out with Google maps. I had directions, but hubby wanted to drive through Ringgold rather than the planned Arcadia, which messed up my navigation. Even my Verizon had pockets of no service as we wandered around Bienville Parish.
We were close, but missed a sneaky turn on Highway 507 as we ran out of daylight. We wound up at Liberty Hill church and cemetery, which I thought might have been the entrance from my last visit to Mt. Driskill in 1986.
But, it wasn’t the right church. Rural churches look a lot alike, particularly in a 30-year-old memory. Since you don’t want to find yourself in those parts with less than a quarter tank of gas, we drove six miles to Bryceland Mall (that’s the real name) to fill up and headed back to Shreveport.
Next week we made a return trip with precise directions I had printed out. That took us to Mt. Zion Presbyterian Church and the Mt. Driskill trailhead.
It’s a pleasant hike the mile or so up with only two real inclines that caused much resistance. It would be prettier in the fall with the hardwoods sporting color, but the forestland on this cold January day suited us just fine.
Although finding Mt. Driskill wasn’t easy, once you get there it’s marked well enough so you don’t get lost in the woods. It’s on private property but landowners have granted permission for public use, even giving an alternative route for those who want a longer hike path.
Once at the summit, we found confirmation that this was, indeed, the highest natural summit in Louisiana. There’s a whole organization called Highpointers.org, whose members make it to every high point in every state. Highpointers had placed two benches at the mountaintop to catch the view of the Louisiana forest land and neighboring Mt. Jordan. Learn more here. In fact, the ashes of Jack Longacre, founder of the Highpointers, were spread on top of Mt. Driskill in 2003.
Directions from I-20 in Shreveport
— Take Exit 69 at Arcadia and head south through town
— Turn left on SR 147/Jonesboro Road and continue for 9.3 miles
— Turn right onto SR 507 and continue for 2.7 miles to the Mt Zion Presbyterian Church parking lot
Bienville Parish has a lot of interesting and quirky places. Read here
In Bienville Parish, the individual parts are greater than the sum.
It’s one of the smallest of Louisiana’s 64 parishes in population. The largest town has under 3,000 people. There is no Wal-Mart in the parish. No Kroger. No movie theater. No skating rink.
Yet the individual towns and hamlets and the places in between are rich in history, geography and character. Gibsland claims to be the Daffodil Capital of Louisiana and will celebrate that this weekend. An Arcadia restaurant claims to be the Fried Pie Capital of the Ark-La-Tex. Bienville Parish has the highest point in Louisiana, Mt. Driskill. Bonnie & Clyde were gunned down in the parish nearly 83 years ago.
My husband grew up in Ringgold, and we’ve been driving around the parish a lot lately tending to business. Here are some of Bienville Parish’s interesting spots.
Arcadia Pit Stops
Arcadia, the parish seat, is the largest town. My favorite stops are just off I-20’s Exit #69.
On one side is Gap Farms Travel Center . It’s rural Louisiana’s scaled-down version of the massive Buc-ee’s truck stop chain in Texas. You’ll find North Louisiana-made fish fryers, rocking chairs, icebox pies, country signage, gifts. And food–breakfast, barbecue and Friday night’s Big Hoss Challenge–you finish the 78-ounce steak within an hour and it’s on the house. For lighter appetites, there’s a 24-hour Burger King.
South of I-20 is Country Cottage, which looks anything but with its location in a former bar. It’s sort of a rural Louisiana Cracker Barrel with better food. Their’s a retail section, including lots of country lace, hair bows and children’s toys. I found a few collectibles with a distinct Louisiana flair–Louisiana Tech yearbooks from the 1960s when it was known as Louisiana Polytechnic Institute and a paper fan advertising O’Jay’s Beauty Lotion, a Shreveport product. Never mind the early 1990s decor with touches of mauve, this place is perhaps the best eatery along I-20 in Louisiana.
Country Cottage makes a valid, yet undermarketed, claim to be the Fried Pie Capital of the Ark-La-Tex. These fried pies are more than wonderful, better than the more famous ones you find in Texas and Oklahoma. They were out of their sugar-free flavors (I tried) when I stopped and had a Snickers fried pie. A week later, I had the coconut one. They have all sorts of flavors, even the “0h-So-North-Louisiana” deer meat pie.
There’s more than pies–breakfast, a buffet, great country cooking, including the much-praised hot water cornbread.
Exit #69 is becoming a pit stop mecca. Recently, a new gas station/convenience store/ wine & liquor store called Super Save opened on the north side of the interstate. On the south side, there’s the new red Bonnie & Clyde Beer Barn complete with drive-thru daiquiris (It’s a Louisiana thing).
Bonnie & Clyde
Had the beer barn been around in May 1934, Bonnie Parker & Clyde Barrow may have driven their stolen Ford through for refreshments. Instead, they stopped for a sandwich at a cafe, eight miles away in Gibsland. Minutes later, they were ambushed on rural Highway 154 south of town.
That cafe is now the spot for the Bonnie & Clyde Ambush Museum, which was until his recent death, directed by the son of Ted Hinton, one of the posse that gunned down the infamous pair. Admission is $7.
The museum has artifacts from that fateful day, a lot of newspaper clippings and a replica of the Ford used in the landmark Bonnie & Clyde movie with Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway. The actual movie car is now in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. The death car is now in a Nevada casino.
(There is another museum in town– the Authentic Museum of Bonnie & Clyde, which has been described as a “friendly rival.”).
The exact spot where Bonnie & Clyde were gunned down is on Highway 154 near the settlement of Sailes. Each year, on the weekend nearest the May 23 anniversary date, there’s a Bonnie & Clyde Festival complete with an ambush re-enactment and look alike contests.
Gibsland’s other claim to fame is Daffodil Capital of Louisiana, which is celebrated the first weekend in March with a Jonquil Jubilee. (The term “daffodil” refers to a broader group of flowers, but “jonquil” and “daffodil” are commonly used interchangeably). They’ll be lots of events around town this Saturday. Tickets are $10, which includes a driving map, entrance to some of the homes and exhibits along the route.
While in Gibsland, check out the Gibsland Grill, a popular lunch spot, and arts and crafts. A morning program by the Master Gardeners will feature garden talks and a daffodil show at Louisiana Tech, 30 minutes away. Other events include pancake breakfast, quilt show and tablescapes featuring daffodils.
While driving around, you may want to explore the tiny village of Mt. Lebanon, the oldest settlement in the parish and birthplace of the Louisiana Baptist Convention. One of the organizers was the great grandfather of President Lyndon B. Johnson, The Mt. Lebanon Baptist Church, organized in 1837, is still in use. The sanctuary is separated down the middle–one side for men and the other for women. After the end of the Civil War, the former slaves formed their own new church, Springfield Baptist Church nearby.
You have to drive farther south to experience some of the real flavor of the parish. You don’t want to miss eating breakfast or perhaps a ribeye steak at Mom & Pop’s, a restaurant attached to the “Bryceland Mall,” a gas station and convenience store at the intersection of Highways 517 and 9.
Even farther south is the Castor General Store, also affectionately known as the “Castor Wal-Mart.” It does have numbered aisles and sells groceries, hardware supplies and other necessities. In the summertime, go a little farther east of Castor on Highway 4 and buy watermelons at Plunkett Farms.
I also hiked Mt. Driskill in Bienville Parish, the highest point in Louisiana, a few weeks ago. I’ll save that story for next week.
Bicycle Trips, Road Trips, Farmers Markets and Lagniappe Along the Way