New Orleans Mardi Gras

Today is Fat Tuesday so I thought I'd honor one of my favorite cities, New Orleans, LA. There are a number of cities and towns across America that celebrate Mardi Gras and some, like Galveston, Texas, have a right nice party, but none do it like New Orleans.

The French Quarter with beads hanging
on the rail.

Visitors from all over America and the world flock to New Orleans to celebrate Mardi Gras each year. It is simply one huge celebration featuring numerous parades with marching musicians, beautiful floats, masked dancers throwing purple, green, and gold beads and trinkets to folks lining the streets and night time, well, night time is when the real partying happens.  Popular practices include drinking adult beverages, wearing decorative masks and costumes, drinking adult beverages, dancing, drinking adult beverages, and the more adventurous (or drunk) ladies flashing bare breasts to entice male admirers to give them rings of beads which they then wear proudly.

Bourbon Street in the daytime.

Of course, New Orleans is a fun and very interesting city at other times too. Being from Dallas, I was only about 500 miles from New Orleans (a nice little drive for Texans) so I've been there a number of times. For a short time while I was in the Navy stationed in Pensacola, Florida, I performed with a Naval Precision Rifle Drill Team and marched in four parades during Mardi Gras one year. Somehow, my team placed 1st for military units in 3 of the parades and 2nd in the fourth and shortly after returning to Pensacola, I received a certificate of appreciation, signed by the mayor, naming me an honory citizen of New Orleans. But that's a different story for a different time and besides, I don't remember a whole lot about that particular trip. Lets just say I brought back an intact, but well-used Pat O'Brians Hurricane glass and left behind a large load of dead Strawberry Boone's Farm bottles. Ah, to be young again!


Once, my best male friend from my Navy days came to visit me in Dallas for the New Year's holiday and we decided at the last minute to run down to New Orleans for a couple of days. Let the wives and kids stay home and shop, the guys are going on a road trip! We threw a few clothes in bags, grabbed our wallets, jackets (it was in the low 60's when we left) and off we went; not a care in the world and nothing but concrete, white lines, and headlights ahead of us.

OK, so maybe it wasn't a very well thought out plan, not baked at all actually. Somehow, even though we are both big college football fans, in all of the excitement, we forgot about the Sugar Bowl being played in New Orleans that weekend. And there's that little thing about thousands of other partiers going there to bring in the New Year the way it should be. We were reminded of all this when we arrived about 1:00AM and could find no available room. We started at the Marriotts, Hiltons and Holiday Inns, went down to the Best Westerns and Motel 6's, and then to the little no-names - Cajun Al's Rooms, etc. And while we drove around the city from hotel to motel, the wind picked up and it got cold - very cold. It became freeze your nose & ears off cold, not jacket cool like we were prepared for. We had just about resigned ourselves to sleeping in the car with the engine running and the windows open a crack when we spotted what looked like a motel sign down the road aways. As we went lower on the hotel/motel desirability list, we got into less and less desirable neighborhoods and as we got closer to this distant motel, the seedier things got. We pulled into the parking lot and noticed two things - this was watch your butt territory for a couple of pale, middle-class guys like us at 3:00AM and miracle of miracles, the sign in the grimy window said there was a vacancy.

Stern Wheeler Creole Queen. Mississippi River 
and New Orleans.

We made it safely inside to face a desk clerk who looked like he bathed last about a month ago, a lit cigarett hanging from his lips, sitting behind a worn counter with a glass ash tray one butt short of overflowing. After confirming they had a room available, I asked how much. He in turn asked me how long we wanted it. "Just tonight," I answered. "You want it all night?" And that's when my buddy and I looked at each other with the dawning realization of just what kind of establishment this was. And within 2 seconds, without saying a word, we agreed, "Yep, we'll take it for the whole night." We slept with our clothes on and a chair wedged under the door knob.

We had a great day the next day. Why wouldn't we - we were in New Orleans! We managed to buy coats, went to a museum, strolled Bourbon Street, and had several good meals. Then, without so much as a single beer between us, we left and drove several hours back toward Dallas and found a safe, nice Holiday Inn. And these two former wild, crazy, often drunk much-traveled sailors who used to carouse with the best of them in some of the world's most infamous cesspool ports-of-call slept soundly, gratefully, wrapped in clean sheets.

Amazing street performers in front of
Jackson Square.

Most good road trips present a suprise and this one was no different - it had taken us smack dab into acknowledging the arrival of middle-age. Adios youth. You'll be missed.



These guys later made it to the quarter-finals on
America's Got Talent.

One of the ever changing street
 performers.

Postcard From Peppersauce - Ghost Town Unique



Peppersauce, also known as East Calico, is one of the few authentic ghost towns in Arkansas and the only ghost town inside the city limits of a town in America. French traders and trappers traveled the White River plying their goods and by the early 1890's, a town, Calico Rock, had been established with a few homes situated above the cliffs and taverns along the waterway to serve the boaters. The barkeeps served "Peppersauce," the name for the local moonshine. The taverns were no place for decent folk or children as the patrons were mostly thieves, troublemakers, and rogues of every stripe. Knife fights, fist fights, and gun fights were common. When the railroad came to town and laid tracks below the bluffs in 1902, local vigilantes drove off the riff raff.

When the train started making regular stops in Calico Rock in 1903 and with the bad elements out of the picture, more homes and businesses sprang up and by the 1920's, Peppersauce was thriving. At it's height, there were schools, churches, several grocery stores, a grist mill, a lumber mill, a grain and feed store, an ice plant, an electric plant, and even Ford and Chevy dealers. There was work for everyone who wanted it, crime was mostly limited to a few drunks on Friday and Saturday nights, and in general, life was good.

An old home in Peppersauce

By the late 1940's though, things had begun to decline. The electric plant closed when high-tension lines were brought in. The farmers turned to raising cattle instead of food or cotton and over the next few years, logging halted when most of the timber was cut. As businesses closed people moved away looking for work elsewhere and that forced more businesses to close. In the 1960's, the train no longer stopped and eventually, everyone moved away and Peppersauce died. Some of the buildings burned, some caved in due to leaky roofs and heavy snow, and vines and weeds grew over others, but approximately 20 are still standing in various stages of disrepair.

This used to be the Chevy dealer

In the 1960's, Calico Rock, the town around Peppersauce, got a new life. Arkansas built a prison nearby, anglers around the world learned about the great trout fishing in the White River which runs through it, and antique shopping became a booming business. Calico Rock now has a population of over 900, but other than just a handful of folks who have restored several buildings and now live in them, Peppersauce remains a ghost.

In the 1920's, there was a minor scandal when the town's mortician ran off with another woman. The mortician's wife, who had lived with him in the back of the funeral parlor, continued to operate the business for a number of years. She eventually sold it and the new owners also lived in the back half of the building, still embalming bodies in the basement and holding funerals in the front. It continued to operate until the 1950's when it was one of the last remaining businesses in Peppersauce. And then it too closed.

The other shoe dropped.

 

Funeral parlor. Big door at bottom of building is
where the hearse pulled in to drop off bodies.

Peppersauce jail. There was a 5 cent fine if you
were caught talking to a prisoner.



Nature reclaiming an abandoned building.

Strolling along main street Peppersauce at
the end of the day.

 

Postcard From Calico Rock, Arkansas

One good thing about living in central Arkansas is the bounty of interesting destinations you can drive to and return home from within one day. Calico Rock, located in Izard County along the banks of the White River in far north-central Arkansas, is home to world famous trout fishing and the site of the only ghost town within a living town in America. My wife heard about this from a friend and when she told me, it became a must-see. The sky was very overcast last Sunday, but no rain was forcast and the temperature was in the mid-60's so carpe diem and off we went!

The 170 mile drive to Calico Rock from Little Rock is a really nice drive with some parts of it designated a National Forest Scenic Byway. From Little Rock going northwest on I-40, take Hwy 65 north in Conway. Once you get out of Conway, you'll pass a number of interesting places like Pickles Gap, Damascus, and Bee Branch. If you like to shop for antiques and hand-made items, it may take you all day to make your way up to Clinton. Two deadly tornadoes touched down across this route within the last two years and if you pay attention, you will see uprooted trees and some home and business building foundations where rebuilding has still not been accomplished.

Landscape just south of Calico Rock

On the north side of Clinton, take Hwy 16 East until you get to Shirley where you will take Hwy 9 North. Be aware that Hwy 16 and Hwy 9 both are very winding mostly 2-lane roads with plenty of woods and scenery to enjoy all the way to Mountain View. If you get motion sick very easily, you'll want to take your Bonine before going on this trip! Obey speed limits on the curves and watch out for deer. If it's about lunch time, Mountain View, famous for the annual Bean Fest & Outhouse Races festival (which will be a future blog subject) is a beautiful little town with good restaurants along with several fast food places and plenty of gas stations. Stay on Hwy 9 for a few more miles until you intersect with Hwy 5 North. At this point, taking Hwy 5 takes you on a beautiful Scenic Byway drive through the Ozark National Forest and straight to Calico Rock located just outside the National Forest's north boundary.

Wife and Youngest Daughter in Calico Rock

Calico Rock was named by French Trader boatmen long before the town was settled in the early 1800's. They named this section of the White River for the multihued mineral stains on the bluff's sandstone which looked similar to the multicolored fabric used to make dresses and shirts. Unfortunately, the original face of the bluff was later blasted away to make room for a railroad bed so although still interesting, the bluffs are black and white now. Centuries from today, the continued leaching of minerals onto the face of the bluff may once again render the stone multi-colored.

The town has a wonderful historic downtown with numerous shops, a visitor center, and even an old diner with a soda fountain. I imagine one could spend hours looking through the shops and casually walking along the sidewalks window shopping. I have to imagine it because we were there on a Sunday and everything but one little convenience store was closed. We walked around for over an hour and only saw 2 other tourists and 2 guys in a car who stopped at the convenience store for a coke and then drove on down the road.

Downtown Calico Rock at 2:00pm on a Sunday

Of course we had to visit Peppersauce, the ghost town inside the town limits of Calico Rock. And that proved to be a bit more interesting. I'm thinking it's worth a blog entry all by itself so I'm saving it for the next time.