From Oberlin to Opelousas

Today.
Eighty miles yesterday got us into Louisiana, but I don't remember too much about the ride.
Cycling while sick is well...sick.
David and I are trading a virus back and forth, so today was his time to suffer.
When things go wrong, it tends to pile up. We'd planned to take it easy today, staying at a B&B or at the worst, the campground listed for Washington LA on the Adventure Cycling map. For the record, the town itself is pretty, founded in 1720 and has what is reputed to be an excellent restaurant, the Steamboat Warehouse.
If you plan to visit, know that the Steamboat only serves until 2 pm on Sundays, the cute little Cafe Opera is closed Sunday and your only other option is the fried chicken at the corner gas station.
Also note the Donut Queen in Mamou, en route to Washington, is a sweet little bakery and I had my first kolinache there. No beignets though.
But back to Washington. The five B&B's to which we were directed by the locals were closed. The two cottages at the Steamboat were occupied. And "Willie" was nowhere to be found at his campground. Which was okay, because it isn't much of a place.
So, we headed south off route to Opelousas next to I49 and found my now favorite Super8. WalMart is fairly nearby. I want yogurt. Fruit. Unfried vegetables. I like it RAW!
I do enjoy the scenery here. Pine trees, blooming catalpas, even the flooded rice paddies are neat to view. Terrain is forgivingly level, some headwind, but nice to have while we're less than optimal.
Locals, although somewhat clueless, are querying us at our every stop, and we are getting lots of encouraging hand waves and gentle horn toots. The dialect is hard for David to understand, so I am the interpreter. but I still haven't figured out what sounds like "Chicagoport" is.
Only downside is getting back on route, but, like dear Scarlett, "I'll think about that tomorrow."