We drove across the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway because, well, who can resist a really, really long bridge over open water? It’s actually the longest bridge over water in the whole world. It’s 23.9 miles long, and when you get out into the middle of it, you can barely see the darker blue of the north shore. On the shore behind us, in Metairie, there are some large buildings, and off to the side you can see the New Orleans skyline, so you’re never REALLY out of sight of land. The AAA guidebook says you lose sight of it, but not quite. Maybe they drove over it on a foggy day.
What a thought! I don’t think I’d really like it out there in the fog, because you really do feel like you’re out in the middle of nowhere on this bridge, and I don’t know about you, but I’d never be able to swim to shore if I fell into the drink.
Anyway, when you head out of town, you’re on the new side of the bridge. It’s a little higher than the other side, and it’s a pretty smooth ride. But when you come back, you’re on the old bridge that was built back in 1956. That side is a bit bumpy, and if you’re prone to it, you might feel a bit, well, seasick.
Oh yeah, and make sure you’ve got three bucks in your pocket, ’cause that’s what it takes to get back to the city.
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Lake Pontchartrain Causeway
