Here, we're parked at the visitors center closer to the lake.
Joyce and Ditto in the "shade" of a dead live oak tree.
If you look closely, you'll see the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway Bridge.
Then we crossed it into New Orleans.
I stayed in the outside lane as far over as I dared to allow the much faster traffic to pass. I was so close the tailpipe dragged along the curb. Looking up in this photo you see the railroad trestle. The bridge is an auto and railroad bridge built as one. As you get up above the Mississippi River, the auto lanes are suspended on either side of the railroad tracks. When a train passes, the bridge bounces. Kind of scary!
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