Day 46

Day 46 - New Orleans, LA

Run - Boy Scout Road Trail, Lacombe, LA

From the eyes of Bailee

I woke up today at 5:30am. It took me a minute to stop panicking; right before I woke up I dreamt that I’d slept until 9:30am. By the time I’d woken up Nico decided it was too late for us to run and we failed to run in Louisiana. After looking at my phone to reassure myself that I hadn’t actually overslept, I rolled out of bed and started getting ready to run.

Last night, Nico, Sadie, and Zivvy went out on the town and got back a little late, so today was just a Bailee-Nico run. We headed across the lake from New Orleans to Lacombe. Once there, we hopped on a short trail through marsh land. The run was around five miles and began on a boardwalk before winding through a forest. Although it was warm and humid, the boardwalk section offered a light breeze. Unfortunately, the breeze ended when we reached the trees and was replaced with much less pleasant bugs, which proceeded to eat us alive.

Post run, we walked back out along the boardwalk from the car to cool down with the breeze and enjoy the views. After going a little ways, we stopped and sat down in the middle of the walkway. We were surrounded on both sides by submergent marsh. Lily pads dotted the dark water with white flowers sprinkled here and there. The sounds of the marsh were punctured only by my occasional comment. Gradually my comments petered out and were replaced with the quite croaking of bullfrogs as they greeted each other from across the marsh. We could hear chickens clucking and a dog barking. The sky was gray and seemed to threaten rain. Islands of clouds floated purposefully across it. Eventually, we sat back up and headed back down the boardwalk to Barney. A turtle peered at us from between lily pads, as if to say goodbye as we exited the marshland.

Nico drove us back to the city. I played the song Camelot from the Broadway show before letting Nico take over control of music. Moments later, I woke up from my power nap to realize it was pouring. Threatening clouds had transitioned to cats and dogs. The rain abated just as we pulled into the city. We went to the Crescent City Farmer’s Market and picked up juicy pears. After, we went to meet Sadie and Zivvy at Cafe Du Monde.

The line stretched down the block as we drove past. I hopped out of the car while Nico went to search for parking so that I could start the process of waiting. A slight drizzle continued. Eventually, we got a small round table. The Cafe was like a finely tuned machine; it turned out customers quickly and efficiently. As soon as we sat down, a waiter took our order. Their menu is simple, consisting of beignets and coffee. We got two orders of beignets for the table. They arrived, covered in powdered sugar and piled high on a small plate. I’ve had beignets before at Lucille’s in Boulder, but these were a completely different species. Lucille’s beignets are light and fluffy. They seem airy and have room inside for jam. On the contrary, these were denser and doughier. We devoured our treats in record time as the waiters buzzed around ushering people out for the next group as quickly as possible.

By the time we finished, Charlie and Jen had arrived. We decided to make reservations at the Ruby Slipper Cafe for brunch. They wouldn’t have seating for our large group for another hour, so Nico and I ran home to re-park the car and change out of our running clothes, while the others went on a coffee shop crawl through town. It continued to sprinkle on and off as Nico and I walked to the car, so when we got back to the Airbnb, I grabbed my raincoat. Unfortunately, as soon as we left to walk downtown again, it seemed the rain was over for the day and my precautions were unnecessary.

Brunch was delicious. I got eggs benedict with smoked salmon. It was served on a biscuit rather than the traditional english muffin. The hollandaise was buttery perfection and the eggs were poached perfectly so that as soon as you cut into them, the yolks ran out and doused the plate with gooey deliciousness.

Post-brunch, Charlie and Jen split from the group again. Sadie, Zivvy, Nico, and I walked to the French Market to better experience New Orleans. Where the farmers market this morning had been much smaller than expected (only a few tables), French Market was much larger. There were countless rows of vendors, and just when you thought you’d reached the end, there was another whole section to walk through. Exhausted, we walked back to our Airbnb to rest a little before dinner.

For dinner, we walked down Rampart street to Ray’s on the Ave. It was a dimly lit hole in the wall eatery that offered all of the typical New Orleans faire. Post dinner, the group split up again. Zivvy, Jen, and Charlie headed out to listen to some jazz. Sadie, Nico, and I went to get rolled ice cream.

The ice cream shop was popping when we got there. People sat scattered throughout playing games like connect four and uno, but no one seemed to have ice cream. When we ordered, we realized it was due to the fact that rolled ice cream is a time and labor intensive endeavor. We ended up waiting around an hour before they got to making our ice cream. They chopped up an oreo for our cookie ice cream, and mixed together nutella and almonds for our chocolate nutella one. After topping them (graham crackers, sprinkles, caramel, and blueberries for the the cookies and cream and whipped cream for the chocolate almond nutella) we devoured our sweet dairy treats as a group. Overall, it was a unique experience and it was really exciting to get rolled ice cream. However, taste-wise, wait time-wise, and cost-wise traditional ice cream still holds first place in my heart.

Well, it’s much later than expected now mostly due to ice cream wait time. We have an early morning tomorrow and a long drive ahead of us, so I’ll say goodnight. Today has been an extremely full and fun day, but I’m ready to shut down for the night. ‘Til next time.

Stats/facts of the day: 

Miles driven: 81

Miles run: 10.1

Elevation gained (feet): 14

Minutes spent waiting for rolled ice cream: 53

Percent of your donations that go directly to research: 100

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