Monday, February 24 - Wednesday, February 26, 2020
What do you think of when you hear the words "Mardi Gras?" New Orleans, right?
I guess I never thought about it, but it never occurred to me that Mardi Gras would take place anywhere else. We quickly found out that Mardi Gras is celebrated throughout Louisiana in the weeks leading up to Fat Tuesday. In fact, people told us that the first Mardi Gras festival in the United States took place in Mobile, Alabama.
We talked to people, trying to get advice on where we should go to get the best Mardi Gras experience outside of New Orleans - larger city or small town? We decided to go with the smaller towns and, after researching the parade schedules of the towns and cities in this part of Louisiana, we settled on one in Patterson scheduled for Monday and then another one in Morgan City, on Tuesday (Mardi Gras).
What do you think of when you hear the words "Mardi Gras?" New Orleans, right?
I guess I never thought about it, but it never occurred to me that Mardi Gras would take place anywhere else. We quickly found out that Mardi Gras is celebrated throughout Louisiana in the weeks leading up to Fat Tuesday. In fact, people told us that the first Mardi Gras festival in the United States took place in Mobile, Alabama.
We talked to people, trying to get advice on where we should go to get the best Mardi Gras experience outside of New Orleans - larger city or small town? We decided to go with the smaller towns and, after researching the parade schedules of the towns and cities in this part of Louisiana, we settled on one in Patterson scheduled for Monday and then another one in Morgan City, on Tuesday (Mardi Gras).
Our plans made, with only 20 miles to Patterson, we enjoyed a leisurely morning before saying our good-byes to Russ and Paul.
The only hills in Louisiana were on the bridges. (You can see it in the background.) Otherwise, we rode along quiet, flat country roads. |
We arrived in Patterson around noon, just as vendors and a band were setting up in the town park. The parade was set to begin at two o'clock, but didn't get to us until three o'clock.
We walked around the small town, mostly residential with just a few businesses. The park had a new playground overlooking the river. Kids of all ages were out and about, on vacation for the week of Mardi Gras.
The band was terrific, playing great Zydeco music. While we listened to the music and waited for the parade we shared a plate of fried catfish and french fries, and an order of boiled crawfish with corn on the cob and boiled potatoes.
Trying to fit in, we had our beads and Mardi Gras colors on. |
And here comes the king. |
Drinking appears to be a large part of the celebration. |
The parade took about an hour to get to us and lasted about half an hour. It consisted mostly of floats playing loud music with people on board throwing out beads and other paraphernalia.
We heard there was a block party after the parade where the Zydeco band would be performing so we went to check it out. We found it on a residential street crowded with people hanging out around barbecues and drinking beer. Music blared from speakers. We were the only white people in the crowd but no one looked askance at us.
The band was set up next to a bar in an enclosed garden. We would have had to pay to sit and listen. Because it was getting late and we still had some miles to ride, we decided to pass.
As we were walking our bikes through the crowd, a young woman came running up to us. "Y'all didn't hear us calling you," she said. "Come and have some chicken." We'd been sitting next to her family at the parade. We walked back and were introduced to her aunt and other family members. They served us just about the best barbecued chicken I've ever eaten, and beer to wash it down.
As we were walking our bikes through the crowd, a young woman came running up to us. "Y'all didn't hear us calling you," she said. "Come and have some chicken." We'd been sitting next to her family at the parade. We walked back and were introduced to her aunt and other family members. They served us just about the best barbecued chicken I've ever eaten, and beer to wash it down.
We spent the night at a Days Inn in Morgan City and talked about our plans for the next day. After enjoying a small town parade, we decided to press ahead to Houma which promised a bigger affair. We'd have to ride 40 miles to get there. The parade began at one o'clock, but we figured we could get to the later part of the route so we'd have enough time. I made a phone call and confirmed that we had a place to stay with a Warm Showers host outside of town. We'd have plenty of time to get to their place before dark. Little did we know.
Their granddaughter was one of the queen's attendants for that day's parade. That's her picture. |
I heard someone say, "The first drunken casualty." |
In this parade, the queen doesn't ride in a float. Rather, she waits with her attendants for the king to arrive. |
The queen will use the ramp to join the king on his float. |
The king arrived, the queen joined him, and there was a ceremony of some sort. We had no idea what it was all about. |
People told us that it can cost a couple thousand dollars to ride a float, and you have to bring along your own supply of beads. So what people do is they go to numerous parades where they pick up as many beads as they can - it's not hard to literally get piles of them - then they don't have to buy any. |
True to his word, when the parade ended Ray came and picked us up. The following day, Wednesday, February 26, we spent the morning working out our route into New Orleans and the afternoon wandering around Houma. We stopped by the post office to send home a box of beads. (We also left a pile for Ray and Vanessa's neighbor to use when she rides in a float next year.) We especially enjoyed the Finding Our Roots African American Museum located in the former Black high school.
In the evening Vanessa and Ray entertained us with tales of their many RAGBRAI (Ride Across Iowa) adventures traveling on the bus that Ray outfitted especially for that event.
Ray and Vanessa live in a tiny house about five miles outside of Huoma. They sleep in a loft above the living room and their daughter has a loft above the kitchen and bath. The bathroom has a full-size bathtub and tiny washer and dryer. The house was custom built with repurposed lumber and exquisite craftsmanship.
Ray and Vanessa live in a tiny house about five miles outside of Huoma. They sleep in a loft above the living room and their daughter has a loft above the kitchen and bath. The bathroom has a full-size bathtub and tiny washer and dryer. The house was custom built with repurposed lumber and exquisite craftsmanship.
It was too cold and windy to sleep outside. I slept on the couch and Rob got the twin-size air mattress. It worked great.
I've been curious about what it's like to live in a tiny house. Thanks to Vanessa and Ray's generosity we got to find out. It was very cozy. |
One of the first things Ray said to us was, "I wish I'd moved to Louisiana years ago. The people here are so friendly." It's true. Rob and I noticed that, unlike other places, people in Louisiana are more likely to say hello as we'd ride by their homes. When we were riding through one town, a car passed us really close and angrily honked its horn. Two people out in their yards called out, "I'm sorry."
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