We left New Orleans today, crossing the Pontchartrain Bridge, which is 26 miles of bridge. I found it to be disconcerting to be on a bridge and see nothing but bridge and water in every direction - no land in sight.
We got as far as Sikeston, Missouri, and had dinner at Lambert’s Cafe, Home of the Throwed Rolls. It is almost impossible not to overeat at Lambert’s Cafe, so we got a room at a small motel in town and crashed for the night, leaving the last leg of the trip back to Alton for the next day.
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