Morning rose clear and clean on a bayou still littered with the remains of a particularly nasty storm that passed through these parts a couple of years ago. Following a breakfast of sausage gravy bathed biscuits with iced tea in Venice, the southernmost town on the Great River Road, we turned inevitably North. After several interesting stops and a couple of wrong turns we found ourselves rife with hunger in the Crescent City. Gumbo, gator, rice, beans, and bread pudding prepared with a twist made us feel civil again. Weather, perfect. GS1200 running perfectly. Food tasting real, and honest and, well? tasty. All is well with the world and only 9 states and some 2,800 miles to go.