Day 21: San Antonio, Texas – St. Martinsville, Louisiana
May 21, 2008
We say goodbye to the Econolodge in San Antonio and make our way to Louisiana. I realize that bathroom poet’s live in Louisiana.
Ethan does the day’s driving and I read Rainer Maria Rilke’s “Letters to a Young Poet”. It is quite good and I recommend it to really anyone out there.
“And to be among conditions that work us, that set us before big natural things from time to time, is all we need.”
“I feel as though I had been sleeping for years or had been lying in the lowest hold of a ship that, loaded with heavy things, sailed through strange distances– — Oh to climb up on deck once more and feel the winds and the birds, and to see how the great, great nights come with their gleaming stars…”
We drive for a short while and our Garmin GPS takes us down a road with a bridge that is no longer accessible. The homes, light, grasses, and sky that are presented before us are quite beautiful.
We arrive at our campground in St. Martinsville and the humidity in unbelievable; it feels like the rain forests of Costa Rica. Without moving, one’s cotton shirt becomes soaked in sweat.
We make a pasta dinner, take cold showers, and sleep atop our Thermarest sleeping pads wearing only our boxers.
