I had no business paddling this day. The weather was awful. Too windy. Rainy. Threats of lightning and thunder. But it had been that way all week and I was determined to add the state. So, I abandoned plans to paddle on Lake Pontchartrain and instead went to Bayou St. John. I was disappointed because I knew which song I was going to sing with Lake Pontchartrain in the lyrics. It all worked out, but, I also could have ended up on the news that day, which is dumb. Also, the hotel almost lost my car because they didn't have anywhere to park it with the board on top. New Orleans is always an adventure. So, Louisiana, I owe you a better paddle.
(Update: in 2016 Michelle and I went back for a long paddle on Bayou St. John with our friends at NOLA Paddleboards. And then we had po' boys at Parkway.)