After staying in the comfort of Gail’s place for a week, yesterday I unplugged the umbilical cord (shore power) and hit the highway again. When I intersected the east/west interstate, I almost turned east. For the first time in seven weeks I was heading back the way I came. I wanted to attend and volunteer at the five day Festival International de Louisiana being held in Lafayette, fours hours west of Gail’s.
When I arrived in Lafayette, I didn’t have a clue as to where I was going to stay: the casino; K-Mart parking lot? I consulted the LA phone book size camping directory but saw nothing but KOA’s. I did want to see the Arcadian Village that was pin pointed on the road atlas so as I sat in a Pier One parking lot late in the afternoon, I called them. After checking out their hours, I ask if I could just park in the lot for the night so that I could visit the village in the morning. In a thick Cajun accent the woman said that they had a RV park at the village. In a matter of minutes I was talking to wonderful Grace who was telling me that I had the pick of the place because no one was in the park. “Cost?” “First night $20 and $10 for every night there after… that included electricity and water.” “I’ll take four nights with a possible extension.” “Visiting the village is included in the price.” I’m in.
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