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Arriving in New Orleans (sort of).

Things were going well. We were running according to schedule, making progress towards our destination. We heard there was a certain bridge we needed to cross that would be closing down for the evening at 8:00 pm. But, we had plenty of time to reach that bridge.

Apparently, the GPS lady was still a little ticked at my Nashville bypass driving, because she really messed with us in Louisiana. We faithfully followed her directions. Even when we ended up on streets with potholes large enough to hide elephants. Even though we ended up on streets with no street lights, with no signs of commerce or any type of life at all. Even though we ended up driving right into the middle of what seemed like an industrial water plant. Even when the street became very narrow, twisting and turning. We followed her to the end… literally.

There simply wasn’t any more road. Just a pier and water. And we had no map. After a few phone calls, and some investigation, it was discovered that we were parked on a pier facing an incoming commuter barge that would take us to exactly where we needed to go. That turned in to a great deal of fun.

However, I made a not-so-mental note to myself. I wrote it in big capital letters in my journal: Next time I participate on a driving mission trip, I’ll be sure to call AAA for a Triptik, or two, or ten.

jak