Magnus in the Swamp, Day 3

Saturday, Dec 6

Bye, Indian Creek! 

Bright and early—or not—we headed south. Ed noticed that the interstate (I-49) we were on is the same number as the one up in Arkansas that we take from Fort Smith to Fayetteville. But I checked—the route isn’t continuous from here to there. In order to become so, they’d have to cut right across the Ouachita Mountains in Arkansas and that’s a mess. They’re not big mountains, but they’re a b*** to drive. 

 As we headed south, we were amused by watching the altimeter. It would get down to 9 feet, then climb to 50 or 60. But eventually it got to 0 and stayed there—no negative numbers, apparently.

FROM NOTES:

It is so cool out here in the swamp. Somehow though, with all the empty camping spots in this park, I managed to get the one right by three people with loud lights--very bright blue ones--and even louder voices. Maybe they’ll leave tomorrow.

But we walked over to the pond today and it was glossy and still and gorgeous. I love it. I could sit on a bench by the pond and just stare off over the water all day long. And never get bored.

Then we went at ate at Bouey’s or some such Cajun-inspired restaurant in downtown Abbeville. Really good food.

And then returned. And just now I had a fit of depression because I am so sick of being cold!  I was wearing a sweater over a long-sleeved tee shirt, jog pants and sweatpants and warm socks. And I was still cold and I just want to be warm through and through—the way you can get sitting in the sun on a summer day or lounging in a hot tub. Or in bed, but I don’t want to go to bed at 9 o’clock in the evening!  I refuse to!

If only I could feel warm.