New Orleans Part 3: Mardi Gras: Krewe d'Eris parade

"The Krewe of Eris are not notably hygienic, dear reader; many of them are transient. Not all were dirty, not all were homeless, and not all of them would like to smash the church and state, but a fair number might be said to fit into those overlapping categories."

This is what we had waiting for us when we walked into the Parade starting area of the Krewe d'Eris. I didn't realise that we were going to actually walk in the parade until after we got dressed up in some of our Host's costumes and walked to the parade route. The Krewe d'Eris is, as Atillio calls it, a "Dirty Kid" parade. That just means all the cool and really creative kids in New Orleans put on extravagant costumes and make small bike-powered floats to entertain the town. We had a blast walking the twisting 4-mile route among the cacophonous bands and costumed freaks (I say that endearingly of course!)

Enjoy:

Jim's costume

The next day at the Ranch, a chicken gets a ride from a visiting dog...

...and we say goodbye to our gracious hosts as they head off to the Purple Party.

Thus ends our first Mardi Gras and New Orleans adventure. We headed out of town on Lundi Gras, the day before Mardi Gras proper. I feel like we got a good idea of the Mardi Gras spirit. Maybe next year we will stay until Mardi Gras day. We made it to the texas border and began our second leg of our southern tour.

New Orleans Part 2: Post-Katrina and the Lower 9

Warning: Downer Alert!
Atillio wanted to take us on a driving tour of the Lower 9 while we were in New Orleans so we set out on the first nice day in a week to visit the place that got hit hardest by Katrina back in 2005. The destruction is still visible and ubiquitous.

This school still had its sign up from summer '05-I guess the kids never made it back to school.

This is one of the houses newly built by Brad Pitt's organization, Make It Right NOLA. They look kind of funky but they are up on stilts in case another hurricane comes through.

Common Ground Relief, a volunteer organization in the Lower 9 which helps to rebuild. Atillio worked here for a year or so.

Common Grounds' Mascot, Tchoupitoulas and his doghouse. Clever :D

Next we went into a house that was still standing but clearly dilapidated- our first Urban Exploration. It hadn't been stripped down, cleaned or occupied since the storm and was in fact still For Sale by Owner. This is the obligatory shot of a child's toy amidst the rubble.

The Kitchen of the house

Black Mold upstairs- we booked it pretty quickly once we saw this.

Mud caked on the top stair. The water level must have been at least a storey high.

The living room

And some kind of Teddy Bear torture device we found on the floor.

This is the Levy that was rebuilt after katrina. At some point during the storm, an unmoored barge crashed into the levy and caused a ton of damge in the lower 9. There is one remaining piece of Banksy art on it. At this vantage point, it looks just like a shadow.

New Orleans Part 1: Mardi Gras: Krewes d'Etat et de Morpheus, around New Orleans

After a few days driving west through yet another unexpected cold spell for the south, we made it to New Orleans where we planned to meet up with a friend from New York who had moved down here a few years back. We got stuck in downtown traffic for an hour or two before we gave up trying to find parking and then went near our friend's Neighborhood. Once we got to his house, we met his housemates and immediately went off to our first Mardi Gras Parade. We walked down Decatur, which was filled with great jazz clubs, bars, and coffee houses, until we hit Canal Street and the parade route. The streets were filled with revelers, reveling in the lax open carry (of alcohol) laws and generally enjoying themselves. Our gracious hosts knew half of the people on the street so we stopped often to chat. We had a great time that night, as is evidenced in the following pictures:

Still early on in the night, my neck was still visible under the beads.

A bit later on, I was already starting to be choked by my lavalliere.

I hadn't seen Atillio in 3 or 4 years so we shared a nice re-acquaintance hug.

This was my final tally at the end of the night. I'm not sure quite how I ended up with so many, but I know that I had the most of anyone I saw! It might disappoint some of you to know that I saw exactly no bosoms that night.

The next morning we hung out in the yard with the dogs, Deidre and MacGyver. MacGyver is a 10 year old black lab, who reminds Jim and Me of my grandma's dog Skipper in every way, even age, except that Skipper is Yellow. He almost never plays but the gave in that day to play with a ball we caught during the parade. The other dog is Atillio's sweet Staffordshire Terrier.

During the day, one of the housemates Monkey showed us around town. We met up with his friend Kelly who owned this Art Car. This one used to be more extravagant but he is in the middle of redoing it. He used to have a hearse that was also decorated. Parked on Decatur Street.

One of the houses' chickens. She is currently laying eggs!

When we got back to the house, we all (about 8 of us) sat down to watch a movie (The Producers) in the living room. The dogs piled on as well...
and another picture of Deidre. She is a sweetheart and one of the friendliest dogs I know. She licked Jim's face for 5 minutes straight before he remembered his allergies.

Coming up: Krewe d'Eris, Lower 9, and Texas

Two Woodstocks and Magic Meadow

Well, we're back in New York. We're nearing the end of the 3rd week back to school and we're getting into the groove of things but desperately missing travel. So every weekend we've at least been leaving Long Island, and last weekend we decided on a whim to travel back to our past.
For me it was my childhood home of Woodstock, NY.
For Jim it was his summer home, in the bungalows of Bethel County, incidentally where the original Woodstock concert was held. We decided to visit the site of the concert, at the former Yasgur's Farm in White Lake, NY.

We were very happy to be there. You can see our van off in the corner.

This is the hill where the half-million people stood to watch the amazing performances.

This rocky area was where the stage stood.

The plaque with the iconic dove on the guitar, and a list of all the musicians.
Although it was a bit strange and sad to see it commercialized like this, we were very glad in the end that the site was preserved for people like us whose hearts are at that concert, even though we weren't.

After Bethel County, we drove into Ulster County, where the actual town of Woodstock lies. I lived here for a big part of my childhood, and came back often after I moved out of town. It was mostly as I remembered it, with a few different stores, but still with a lot of cool people and shops, and of course my favorite restaurant in the world, Gypsy Wolf.

Everything about it was the same, including the Burrito, so I was very happy. The insides has lots of wooden masks, wooden wolf scupltures, and paintings of wolves. It has a great atmosphere and it's how I learned to love Shirley Temples!

After Dinner, we walked around town and checked out the shops that were still open. We came across this tipi and hippie bus with some kind of tigger shrine.

This is another great restaurant in town, but it's more fast food mexican. The colors of the storefront are fantastic.

We found this signpost pointing to various stores in town, as well as the site of yasgur's farm.

I love it. Peace and Technology can go together!

We walked down to my favorite swimming hole, the Millstream. It was full because of the recent rains, and unfortunately too cold to swim.

Some kind of Art Instillation at the Town Square. Jim is the subject.

We spent the night in woodstock, and the next morning we drove to another of my favorite places up Mount Overlook, Magic Meadow. I used to go on walks with my mom and grandma and the dogs and had picnics and birthday parties. It's beautiful and I'm glad we found it. Somehow I managed to not get a shot of the meadow itself, but I got lots of the forest surrounding it.

This is the entrance to Magic Meadow from a little parking area on the side of the road. You have to cross a stream and climb a hill before you find the opening to the meadow.

We found a nice spot to lie down and watch the clouds, and discovered a spider trundling through. He was about two inches long and looked like a baby tarantula!

In the forest surrounding the meadow, we found a fire pit and remnants of last night's revelers. A nice wine shrine.

The meadow is near a Buddhist Monestary, and there were a lot of shrines to various Boddhisatvas in the woods.
Blue Shrine.

Red Shrine

White Shrine.

A nice big slimy slug crawling around the forest floor.

We had a fantastic time romping through the meadow and forest and watching the clouds and the bees. This is top of my list for our first Full Moon Festival!