Sentimental at Foghorn Leghorn

  April 18th, Foghorn Leghorn (Lake Claiborne) St. Pk., La.--Final entry before arriving home (BACK IN THE GREEN GROOVE). Where the Foghorn Leghorn came from remains a mystery. (A twisted mind is a dangerous thing.) Ironically, we stayed here Fall, a year ago, en route to Big Bend Nat. Pk. Gorgeous, huge, undeveloped lake skirts the park; kids everywhere, laughing, chasing, being happy. A lot we old farts can learn from this child behavior--the acting like you feel; the screaming and laughing. 

    The park is way back in the woods, 10-15 miles from Louisiana's piece of I-20 It's Good Friday. Lots of campers--big rigs and pup tents--all local folks. One fellow has a big propane tank with a roaring burner and a rolling pot of oil you could cook a turkey in--maybe two at once. He's happy. I'll have to see what he's going to cook. Like I say, we've been here before. Funny how you sometimes end up at the same sites when you move east to west/west to east across the country  

   Why do they call it Good Friday & not bad Friday? Isn't this when Jesus was nailed to the cross? And I like the robbers on adjacent crosses--one repentant--the other saying, "If Jesus is so special how come he's hanging  up here on a cross like us ?" And the other robber asking Jesus for forgiveness, which Jesus does, and then gives him a pass to heaven. What do you reckon became of the non- repentant robber? Went to the fiery pit. Given Bible litigation, there wasn't any option, right? 

   Ann and I are feeling tired of trailering, for now. And I repeat, for now. I suppose we're feeling a little sentimental, too. It's always  this way for us at the end of a journey. ETA, Charlotte is Sunday PM or Monday AM. No photos from today. Just glad it's green, green, green; there's humidity; it's warm and the constant, desert wind ain't blowing.  I'll do a wrap-up in the next few days & I'll try not to be schmaltzy. Later....