On our swamp walk we met a group of girls from Tofino, also road trippin’ through the states. They told us about Blackpot, a Cajun shin dig, in Lafayette. They unfortunately couldn’t fit it in, so we just traded travels tips and went our separate ways.
As soon as we got to Blackpot I knew I’d like it. Camping was $10 and RV parking was $30. Mark and I were hoping to get away with just paying the camping fee and sleeping in the van. However, when we went to purchase our tickets the lady just shrugged her shoulders and said, “sleeping in your car, is sleeping in your car”. Free! The way it should be. We could also take in our own drinks, just no glass.
Tickets were $30, but this also included free samples from the cookoff competitors. The categories were Gumbo, Jambalaya and Cracklin’s. I was in heaven.
The dancing was awesome. Mark and I were way too intimidated to get out there until it got dark and crowded.
When Brounie was traveling with us, we called Mark “Chats Galloway”. Whenever we couldn’t find him, he was usually chatting away with someone about cars, Australian Flora…and who knows what else. Well “Chats Galloway” was chatting away with some guy about Cajun music and the complexities of Cajun dancing. Next thing I know, we are drinking moonshine from the trunk of his Toyota Camry. We got the Jolly Rancher flavour, because “the ladies love it”. It was pretty much lime cordial flavoured whisky. Gross!
My love for Canada seemed to grow simultaneously with my love of Paul Simon. His music was a staple on our camping trips, road trips, ski trips and everything in between. His album Graceland is a frequent flyer in the van. After the festival we were driving along listening to it, when this song came on:
Well Paul…. I’ve got some ideas.