I woke up Tuesday morning thinking, "Wow, I’m actually in NO on Mardi Gras." For half a second, I contemplated venturing out, then I came to my senses, but not soon enough. By the time I decided to leave about 9am, streets were blocked—some by the police, some because people just parked and left their cars right in the traffic lane. A police woman directed me quite a ways west to an on-ramp to I10 that I could access. Good Lord, was I ever glad to get out of there! It will be much more betta in a couple weeks.
I am now taking a breather at a trailhead north of Biloxi. Nothing particularly scenic, but flat, clean, dark, quiet, pit toilet for emptying the bucket. I took a hike this morning, but the 75°, 74% humidity is a bit much. There is a breeze, though, so for puttering, it is fine and I need a putter day.