It's actually day 4, but I'm calling it day 3 because we did nothing but recuperate on the day 1. Yesterday we went on a swamp tour looking for flora and fauna of Bayou. All we got was a bunch of 6-foot alligators. The guide's story about life in Bayou -- how small a community they were across Barataria preserve and how they while away barbecuing drinking and watching sports -- was more interesting. They have to drive 10 miles out in order to date someone other than their cousins here. Sounds much like alligators confined in the swamp. Except that it's the mating season and alligators are not swimming 10 miles out to avoid their cousins.
It's now almost a month since we left San Francsisco and now I'm settling in to a familiar pattern of activities: one day up and one day down. The activity went up quite a bit on the first week, with packing and all. Then it dropped down to the pre-trip average of about 42,000 steps per week. The
excitement factor doesn't last more than a week after all, it appears. Today, I'm fatigued and achy all over despite mostly sitting on a boat for 2 hours yesterday. It must be the wake of 10,000 steps I took 2 days ago in French Quarter.
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