Today was another long one, the roads despising me. Hot, and difficult to find my way around the metropolitan area of Beaumont, across waters with supposedly impassable bridges. It was hellacious. Until it rained. That was a glorious rain, a real shower, cooling my head and my heart. I passed into Louisiana on the 12E, into the swamps, otherwise known as the bayous, and despite having another slow leak, enjoyed the winding road to Niblett Bluff Park and truly reveled in the night of loud noises, muggy air, and mosquites.
I woke up drenched, my tent soaked, and everything I had to put on, already wet, nevermind me sweating. But at least I was in Louisiana!
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