If you find abandoned buildings, vehicles, and discarded furniture scenic, then Scenic Highway lives up to its name.
Co-explorer Kara and I arrived in this unfamiliar part of town on bicycle with her dog, Miss Lola Mae, trotting alongside for protection.
As Kara, another newcomer by way of North Carolina, observed, it looks almost Caribbean here sometimes. I've never been, but knew what she meant.
The money shot of the day was found just past the corrugated-metal building on the left, and is found here after the jump.
OK, this isn't it.
This isn't quite it yet.
I really need to get a banner made for this blog, and that should be involved. Anyone? Where's my intern?
You really know you're from the Northeast when a Spirit of '76- themed bus with "Baton Rouge, La." painted on it still puts this jingle in your head.
Whew! That was exhausting. Time for a little resty-poo.
Or, to really let it all hang out, perhaps some time in the hot tub.
Just up the street is a former auto paint and body shop offering COMPLET BODY WORK and FREE ESTIMATES that according to the arrow are from on high.
We considered going into this green house which one time must have been lovely, set as it is in this grove of oaks, but decided hell no.
In the interest of brevity, I'll show you where we went instead (just as foolish, if not moreso) in the next post.