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| Gordo, wearing his Oompa Loompa glasses and Lovely Jannette, on our way to Bogalusa. |
We headed from Slidell to Bogalusa, with our goal in mind of visiting the Studio in the Country. What is that, you ask? It's a recording studio set about 70 miles from New Orleans, where many notable musical acts have recorded huge hits. We didn't plan on actually getting into the studio (I'll have to call and ask for that), but we wanted to see what we could see. Turns out, that's not much. The entrance from Louisiana Hwy 436 is unmarked, save for two wooden columns astride a dirt path. No mailbox or street address either. But seeing as how there's nothing on either side of it for nearly a half mile in either direction, there's no mistaking it.
But I'm ahead of myself.
We quickly made our way to Pearl River, zipping through the light Sunday evening traffic and keeping a nearly steady pace of 55 to 65 mph (in strict accordance with state laws, I assure you). We jumped on La Hwy 41 and headed toward Bogalusa, which is roughly 45 miles from home, give or take.
We found the address easily enough and parked in the driveway. Snapped a few photos and decided it might be best to call ahead in a few days and ask to visit the property before just driving on up. They do a lot of hunting in Louisiana. I wouldn't want to be mistaken for a deer. Or antelope. Or Rougarou. Or just some weird biker who pulls up in the driveway, uninvited. Plus, it's just considerate.
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| Cheeto, in the driveway to Studio in the Country, Bogalusa, Louisiana. |
We headed out and came home roughly the same way (not my usual MO). We stopped for a water and root beer break just up the road from the studio. Wanna know how 'country' this setting is? Here's a clue: the nearest gas station doesn't require you to 'pre-pay' at the pump. In fact, you can't. You pump, walk in and pay. While the store smelled like a cross between fishing bait and hot dog roller machine, it was relatively clean, and the clerk/manager/owner was really quite nice.
The trip home was beautiful with the sun setting in the west and a few shady spots that actually bordered on 'chilly' for a few moments.
Cheeto performed up to her usual standards, with nary a hiccup or fart. I ran the GoPro, but forgot to charge the battery before leaving so I have no idea how much footage I actually got. I can't imagine any of it would be riveting or Oscar-worthy anyway.
This was one of those 'nothing special' rides, but that's special in that no one pulled out in front of us, rode our tail, or blew by us with nary a thought. Drivers today were well-behaved and considerate. And for that, I thank you!
2014
Miles ridden so far: 427
Miles ridden on this trip: 107
Total miles in 2014: 450
