We left Wichita Falls headed for Shreveport, still going south on 287, looking into this gorgeous east Texas sunrise that seemed to go on forever. It is a monotonous road, with mile after mile of nothing but Texas to see out the window.
The highlight of the day was going through Paris. Paris, Texas, that is. It is a quaint little town, with a cute town square, but not much else is there.
We finally wound up on I-20 late in the afternoon at Marshall, Texas, and then it was only about 40 more miles to Shreveport.
We planned to spend the night at a casino in Shreveport, play the slots, eat dinner, and get to bed early. Which we did, except that there was a railroad yard right outside the RV park, which we did not know was there.
So, if you are planning to stay at a campground at a casino in Shreveport, don’t pick Diamond Jack’s. You’ll be jarred away in the wee hours of the dark by trains adding boxcars on that track right over there. We ate dinner at the buffet there, though, and that was pretty good. They had fried catfish breaded with corn meal, and steamed shrimp, and some killer parslied new potatoes. We gave them some money in their slot machines, then went to bed. When we got up the next morning, it was cloudy and humid, 100% humidity but not raining. And it was about 75 degrees, so it was that cloying, smothering, southern humidness that I know so well. Welcome to the south!
And then we got on that bumpy road, and oh mah holy hell, the girls were in trouble all day!