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About Diana

Canadian-Vermonter, Texas transplant. Cowboy boot wearing, maple syrup connoisseur, music lovin', wine and micro-brew drinkin', two-steppin' traveler who loves finding all the hidden gems the world has to offer. Come join me on the ride!

Oak Alley Plantation

One of the most beautiful places I have been in the South is Oak Alley Plantation in Vacherie, Louisiana. Believe me, I will be the first to tell you that I think Louisiana smells dog gone awful. This plantation proved to me that there are hidden gems everywhere, including Louisiana. Note: It didn’t smell on the plantation.
The plantation is located between Baton Rouge and New Orleans. To get to the plantation, you must cross over this large bridge that goes over the Mississippi. The view alone will make you start grabbing for your camera. As soon as you cross over it (well I guess it all depends on which way you are coming from eh?) you take Route 18. Following this little old road, on the left you will go by old, little Southern homes and other plantations. On the right, there will be a bank and on the other side of that ole thing is the Ole Mississippi.
Near the end of the way you will come across Oak Alley Plantation. You can’t miss it as the trees, oh the trees are a sight to see. If you stand at the end of the walk you will look directly at the main house. If you are at the main house you will look directly at the Mississippi River. The magnitude of these trees is just magnificent. It completely takes your breath away. I think I could’ve taken pictures and just basked in the presence of these trees all day.
Some quick history – although to get the entire story you will have to go visit the plantation yourself!
The “Mansion” was originally built in the late 1830’s by George Swainy. His father-in-law was the architect of the home. When you think mansions today, I at least envision these 10,000 sq. ft homes. This isn’t the case. Mr Swainy was having the home built for his wife, a Southern belle from New Orleans. She left the city life to go live with her husband on the plantation and he wanted to provide her with a bit of the life she left behind. The home is grand, surrounded by 28 columns around the home. Each window has an adjacent window on the other side of the home to help the air flow thru and cool the house down. The entire first floor was covered in marble. It’s since been removed as one of the later owners of the home allowed his sons to race the horses thru the house. So the story goes. The home was originally built to be elegant and to host numerous parties.
Oak Alley was a sugar cane plantation. Sugar canes are still found on the surrounding property. Throughout the years, the home has passed thru numerous owners. The home still has some original pieces as well as the list of how much they paid for their slaves and other items within the home. The most expensive being the silverware.
The property also boasts luscious gardens, blacksmith building, “slave housing”, a restaurant, gift shop and you can even stay the night in the cottages if you like. Movies have also been filmed here. The tour of the home is spectacular. Spoken in the Cajun tongue, it really allows you to feel as if you’ve taken a step back in time and can partly envision what the home was like back years and years ago. The home itself is beautiful but I can’t imagine how it must have looked when it was just built. I asked the question… “Does anything weird ever happen here?”. Sure enough, the tour guides stated that you never feel alone in the home and that some have experienced strange phenomenons. I wouldn’t doubt it, nor would I want to be left there alone.
And the trees, I don’t think I’ll be able to get over the size of these trees. They were gorgeous!
If you are ever in Louisiana, be sure to swing by Oak Alley – someday I hope to make it back!

Heat Wave

My mama called me last night to check up on me and see how my Yankee blood was dealing with the heat. Everyday I’m becoming more and more convinced that this is Mother Nature’s way to keep the North out of the South. I don’t think dealing is exactly the right word to use, coping perhaps… maybe even suffering would be more appropriate.

Here is an update: We are on day 30+ of triple digit temperatures. Did I mention consecutive? The record for Texas sits at 43 consecutitve days. They say we’re going to hit it and surpass as there is no end in sight. Lucky us.

One way I’m dealing with the heat is I’ve started taking a water aerobics class because when you think about it, what else can you really do? I call it my Old Ladies Class, no offense anyone. On a side note, John Jones – this class really does kick your butt, I don’t care what you say, haha 🙂 It’s an “easier” way to deal with the scholding temperatures even though they do ask us to bring a bag of ice every once in a while to throw in teh pool to cool it off.

Needless to say, I think I have it pretty easy compared to some other people.

Entire lakes are drying up. I mean they even found a piece of the space shuttle that desinigrated in 2003 in a lake in Nacogdoches. NASA confirmed, so it must be true (now if they would just admit that there are aliens). Water resources no longer exist in some Texas and Oklahoma towns. Farmers have had to sell their entire livestock because they have no water to give to the cows. Poor, poor cows. I even heard about how in one Western Oklahoma town, the farmers congregate in the town hall every day to pray for rain because they have no idea what else to do. School is starting soon, which means high school football practice is in full swing. Seems like every year there is a catastrophe when a student is brought into the hospital for dehydration or heat stroke. One coach died the other day after practice. I hate to see what happens this year.

On Tuesday, Texas Motor Speedway’s racetrack was sitting at 145 degrees. The newstation decided to try to cook bacon and a pizza on the track and they even went for cookin’ cookies in a car. The sad part is, it worked.

I’ve come to terms that this triple digit heat isn’t going away anytime soon so it’s great timing that I’m heading North in a week or so from today. Weather.com said when I leave DFW it will be 103, when I get to the Green Mountain state the high will be 78. I keep joking about how I’ll be home, walking around in pants and a hoodie because I’ll be cold.

Maybe if we all just stop talking about it and pretend that it’s not that hot (either that or our bodies just get so use to it, it will seem “normal) maybe it will just go away. That’s probably just high hopes. In actuality someone seriously pissed Mother Nature off and I think they should put their pride aside and say “I’m sorry” pretty soon.