Oh Man, we slept late this morning ... slept like rocks. All wrapped up in our covers with the air conditioner humming ... we coulda' slept all day but we got road to travel ... Get up!
Morning Glory! Jenny's waiting for her first cup of camp coffee.
Ahhh! Camp coffee ... 1 handfull ground coffe in a pot of boiling water ... The Best!
We drank two pots of coffee with our chocolate muffins then got our showers. Finally at 10:00 mid-morning we started down the highway.
We're going to go into town, Shreveport, Louisianna. Dave was born at Barksdale, AFB in Bossier City, across the Red River from Shreveport. The last time he was there was when he was 2 years old.
We exited I-20 onto Louisiana Ave right in the middle of Shreveport. Within a couple of blocks we drive right infront of the Strand Theatre. This has got to be the most beautiful theatre I've ever seen. The Strand was known as the "Million Dollar Theatre" and the "Grandest Theatre in the South," when it first opened its doors in 1925. The Strand Theatre is listed, today, on the National Register of Historic Places.
Check out the detail in the dome over the Strand Theatre.
A side view of the theatre.
More detail ... they don't build'em like this any more.
A shot down Texas Street, the main drag in Shreveport, Louisiana.
Over the Long-Allen Bridge that crosses the Red River from Shreveport into Bossier City.
The Horseshoe Casino, one of many in Bossier City along the Red River.
Barksdale Air Force Base in Bossier City is where I was born in 1952. Always wanted to see this place. In order to get onto the base my dad, who retired from the air force in the 60s, talked to the guard via my cell phone ... cool!
Driving into the base. Dad gave us a tour of the base via cell phone. A lot of things have changed on the base in fifty years but his memory of the roads and layout of the base helped us get around without getting lost. I even got to see the hospital building I was born in.
Barksdale AFB is one of two key facilities in the US to house the B-52 stratofortress.
An F4 Phantom Fighter Jet on display on base. I always liked the F4s.
A B52 being serviced in one of the hangers near the flight line.
The headquarters building.
On our way out of the base.
Crossing over the Red River back into Shreveport. I can see why they call it the red river.
A look at Shreveport's skyline as we get back on I-20 heading east towards Monroe.
About 40 miles east of Shreveport we exit I-20 onto Hwy-154 and drive south to the little town of Gibsland, Louisiana.
Gibsland is a quiet little and I mean Little town in Louisiana. Here is the town hall, police and water department.
Now you may be thinking ... What's so special about this little one horse town that would bring us here?
Well it just so happens to be that Bonnie and Clyde were ambushed and killed near here. The town's main draw is the Bonnie and Clyde Ambush Museum which used to be Ma Canfield's Cafe, where Bonnie and Clyde grabbed sandwiches to go before they were shot dead minutes later, on May 23, 1934.
The manager is L.J. "Boots" Hinton, the son of Dallas County Deputy Sheriff Ted Hinton, who was one of the gunmen participating in the ambush -- which is called "the capture" in Gibsland. One of the exhibits is the death car from the 1968 movie. The actual death car is displayed in the Primm Valley Resort Casino in Primm, Nevada.
The ambush site is marked with a plaque, seven miles south of town on an isolated stretch of Hwy 154.
The marker was erected in 1972, and has since been covered with graffiti, chipped away by souvenir collectors, and blasted with gunfire to the point where its inscription is barely legible. Wow, this is the very spot where America's two most infamous outlaws were gunned down in their car. Boots said Bonnie was still holding her half eaten sandwich which they had just purchased minutes before at Ma Canfield's Cafe.
Well we're back on the highway and before you know it we're crossing the Mississippi River.
We're back! ... East of the Mississippi, in Mississippi. "It's like coming home"
Here's a shot of the I-20 bridge we just crossed on the left. The railroad bridge is on the right.
It started raining about an hour into Mississippi and continued throughout the rest of the day ... No camping tonight.
It was getting dark and still raining so we decided to stop and get a motel in Meridian, Mississippi.
Dave answering email and working on the web site. They didn't have wifi at the motel but did have wired internet connections in the rooms.
Another day of our trip is gone and we are getting ever closer to home. We hate for the adventure to end, on one hand, and really, really, REALLY want to get home ... sleep in our own bed ... hug our Ruter cat ... see our friends ... on the other.
We'll see you in the morning. Good Night!