Holly Beach, LA – Sept. 19, 2025
We’ve Got to Pray Just to Make it
This was the first day of our trip. My brother flew in from Houston, and we packed up and headed out. Now, I am super excited at this point. I love planning. I have had everything ready and set out for the last two weeks. We made it out of Austin, stopped in Bastrop to raid my parents’ house, and then headed towards Houston.
As we headed out of Houston, somewhere between Baytown and Beaumont, we stopped at a BBQ place right off of I-10. It looked like it had once been a gas station, and it was questionable if they even served food. I scoped it out and used the restrooms, and there was BBQ. So my brother stayed in the RV to get some work done, and I headed back inside for some food. The owner was super nice, gave me some free desserts, and even came out to the RV to give us some samples. We got to talking; he told me about his past drug issues with the drug that starts with C. It was interesting because it wasn’t the drug I was thinking of for him. He continued on about his issues in his early 20s, and now he has found God.
I told him I was on a 17-stop road trip and that our first stop was Holly Beach. It was clear at this point that we both had different goals as to where this conversation was heading. So he continued to chat with me for about 15 minutes, and then I was able to bring the food out to the RV. As I am telling my brother all of this, my brother alerts me to someone walking up to the RV. The guy knocks and says, “Veronica, can I pray for you?” I’m like, “What does that entail?” So he has me come out of the RV, holds my hands, bows his head, and begins to pray for me. Basically, he hopes I find what I am looking for. It was odd. But I think he felt good about it. I am still confused about how he is comparing his past drug problem to me, and why his conclusion was I needed to find myself. But regardless, we pressed on. I didn’t have the heart to correct him and let him know that my name is Vanessa. But for all the Veronicas out there, a little prayer was made in your honor.
We made it to Holly Beach, which is remote but very near… well, the beach. There are maybe 5 RV spots here. The people next to us are from Louisiana and really had no problem giving me a gasket so that the my water line would stop spraying all over the place. Amateur move by me. But so nice of them to come prepared for me. I walked the beach, got eaten by mosquitoes, and realized I forgot to buy toilet paper. We made hot dogs, french fries, and watched a movie. Tomorrow we head to Biloxi and to buy toilet paper.
These are my 3 pics for today! Lanna’s eyebrows are amazing. Mooshu is still trying to understand what is going on, and a shrimp boat was out in the water. Side Note… I woke up this morning reading about a flesh eating bacteria that people are dying from in Louisiana. They are contracting it from tainted seafood and salt water. I guess I need to tell my brother since he walked in the ocean yesterday.
