Mike & Tod - Day 21

After a rough night of camping rough on the banks of the Mississippi, the first beer of the day always goes down hard.

Especially when it is still dark out.

Hey, walk a mile in their shoes before you cluck, cluck....

Okay, this might have been from the previous night.

Two fisted. Alright.

Good Canadian boy....

But that tonic must work magic, as I predicted they would make Baton Rouge by the end of Day 21 - but they blew through it mid day.

Here a shot of the Mississippi just around Baton Rouge.

And they eventually wound up in St. Francisville.

Making sure still on the right track.

Big honking river still beside us? Check.

Some of the sights along the way.

And Louisiana must spend way more on road maintenance than Florida does - no flats!

Good for them, but makes for hard blogging.

Not sure if this is another scaly friend, or a different angle on the same critter from yesterday.

Those possum and armadillos are just fond memories now, I bet....

So they've made the turn for home.

Or have they.....?

Stay tuned.....