"All I can remember of the lantern story is a large group of people were parking in the middle of the LR bridge late at night and all saw a swinging lantern going across the <train>bridge. Everyone split. Being it is remote and not much traffic even in daytime, it's the perfect place to park and .......,if you get my drift. You'd be crazy to want to camp down there at night. You'll be on the downside of a full moon on Halloween".
    Of course that was enough to bait a ride to Georgetown. Again.
     The bridge was on the last trip's "things to do and see" list but was forgotten in the excitement of just being there. I really need to write stuff down.
     Last year's gala Two Wheelin' Louisiana Haloween Ball was held at the Arnaudville house, below.  The owners are no longer speaking to us so we are faced with relocating this year, not an uncommon occurance.
   The bridge seemed a natural location. The day was beautiful. I exited about 11:00 after getting my enthusiasm into Drive.
    When taking trips in excess of 300 miles, I really need to get an earlier start. Light time is getting shorter and the miles are not.
   I chose the Guzzi again. I don't know why? The other bike is really a better machine. The DL is faster, smoother, more economical, and less wearing on my
on my fragile, elderly body. But, it doesn't talk to me. 
    We shot over to US 71 at LeBeau, turned north and started looking for the old cotton gin that marked the back road into Sara. I crossed the tracks and started riding along Bayou Petite Praire, a waterway I was familiar with from the Bayou Rouge ride.
    We passed the cemetery with the neat angel shown in the 182/29 Ride. The machine being towed by the tractor is a cotton packer which when done deposits these huge "bales".
    I followed the paved road toward La.361, a great part of any ride.  I turned north toward Evergreen.  Just south of town, the GPS showed some roads turning west.
What the heck, we were only 100+ miles from our destination and it was only 12:00 or a little short of it.  We turned down Stubblefield Rd where I smelled "old". (no comment)  Indeed, back in the bushes the remains of an old cottage sat.
      If I'd gotten any closer I would have had to talk to the owner. I accepted this picture and returned to the Mz's. We had miles to go and could not get bogged down.