Posted by: noadventure | September 29, 2014

Hobie Cat the Pontch

As an adult, I’ve always preferred the simpler of two machines. I like motorcycles, but I like bicycles and scooters more. I like big boats, but I REALLY like paddling (kayaks, canoes, and paddleboards).

Hobie Cats are perfect for minimalist sailing. And… they’re FAST. The only downside is, they’re kind of hard to maneuver around a marina or pull into a slip because they are 100% wind powered. Beach entry is ideal. Or, if you’re like my friend Hoover, you have a buddy who has a 20′ Hobie and a nice place on the water to launch from.

Here’s Hoover having a blast on Lake Pontchartrain:

AND, here’s that awesome Hawaiian dude who gets his catch almost stolen by a HUGE shark:

Posted by: noadventure | August 26, 2014

Northshore Goat Boating

If you don’t know what goat boating is, I don’t blame you. A goat boater is what surfers call kayakers who are surfing waves. So technically, no “goat-boating” is taking place. It’s more of some decent kayak treks on Cane Bayou and the Tchefuncte River.

Check out Hoover’s tail-of-the-summer GoPro adventures.

Cane Bayou:

AND the Tchefuncte to the lighthouse:

I did my own Cane Bayou NOadventure a few years ago. The audio might be NSFW.

Posted by: noadventure | August 18, 2014

Urban Ruin: Lindy Boggs Medical Center

Editor’s note: Yet another awesome post from Whitney Mackman (@wmackattack). Enjoy.

Lindy Boggs Medical Center Explorations
 
Like the Market Street Power Plant, the abandoned Lindy Boggs Medical Center dangles itself in front of me every time I run Bayou St. John. It just sits there, wearing the sad, dark brick, like it would do anything to shake such a burden. A chair dangles stubbornly over the edge of a blown out, third floor window. Dark green water sits silently under the Emergency ramp, harboring 9-year-old lily pads of mold. Mattresses, ones possibly used to transport patients above the floodwater, gather leaves near the main entrance.
 
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Forty-five people died at Lindy Boggs during and after Hurricane Katrina. When the power failed, the remaining patients were left in stifling heat without life support, crucial medicines, and blood. After the floodwaters rose, the sickest patients and pets were left behind with only three medical professionals. If those professionals didn’t stay, those patients would have been left behind to die, alone, in an empty hospital. I’m glad I didn’t know this during my first exploration, but I could definitely feel that kind of energy inside. Each place that lies abandoned cradles its story within its wall, however moldy and crumbling.
 
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The damage sustained is shocking. I wandered the halls imagining nurses and doctors trying to find their way in this sweaty, pitch-black apocalyptic labyrinth. Boxes full of sterile syringes, test tubes, and IV needles sit untouched in their boxes above flood level. An x-ray table waits, with a lead apron casually dangling from a nearby counter, as if the next patient is about to walk in from the dressing room. But the creepiest was turning the corner to face a room that caught fire post-abandonment. The burnt paint chips, with their coal black bodies and gray tips, animated the wall. I couldn’t breathe for a moment, as if the room was still on fire, and I had to blink a few times to ensure the room was not engulfed in ghost flames. I take moments like these as my cue to leave.
 
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A few months after my first venture into Lindy Boggs and after reading Five Days at Memorial, I felt the urge to get inside one more time. A man pumped the nasty water out of the basement and told me gutting would begin once he was done. They have even painted over all the external graffiti tags. “Coming soon” was finally coming true. A slight panic rose within me: I still hadn’t made it to that third story window that  I always look at while running along Bayou St. John. Also, no one has seen the recently drained part of this hospital in years.
 
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After entering, we immediately went to the basement. The ground was red and squishy; the walls were still dripping wet. Above and below us, rust reigns. Trash rests in piles as if someone arranged it. Chairs, metal, gloves, and biohazard cartons stick out of the mud. This floor hasn’t had a breath of fresh air in far too long. I pulled my bandana off my nose for less than a second and knew instantly we had to get out of there.
 
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While hunting for my third story room in the dark maze, we happened upon creepy after creepy. All the beds are on the upper floors, crammed into rooms that still have white boards reading: “Today is August 29, your nurse is ____.” There are no mattresses and the bed frames are mangled in painful positions. In one room, a day-by-calendar reads “Today is Tuesday, August 30, 2005,” and tubes still run from the wall to the twisted bed frames. Down the hall at the nurse’s station, a white board announces the names of patients and their assigned nurses. Around the corner, water drips onto debris. It is so loud and rhythmic, it sounds like footsteps.
 
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The graffiti is honestly the scariest part. The adrenaline I feel while exploring is full of wonder and shock. I experience only minimal pangs of horror – until my flashlight illuminates, written in classic horror-film-blood-dripping-font, “Are you scared yet?” Other graffiti is helpful, telling us which stairs lead to roof access or pointing out open and plunging elevator shafts. The horrific demon-faced caricatures, however, are not helpful. After finding the room I always look at from Bayou St. John, I enjoyed the gorgeous panoramic view of the city from the roof. However, my throat was getting itchy, and an itchy throat is also my cue to leave.
 
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Lindy Boggs has been looming in my world for the past four years and I feel honored to be able to explore it. I want to help tell a story and spark interest in and anger for what happened to the people who remained in hospitals during and after Hurricane Katrina. The failure of response at all levels of state and government created situations that each doctor, patient, and family should never have to face. The choices they were forced to make are things we cannot forget.
 
For more information on Lindy Boggs, read:
 
 
 
 
For a similar story, read Five Days at Memorial by Sheri Fink.
 
For not-so-similar, but equally horrific stories, read: Zeitoun, by Dave Eggers,
and One Dead in the Attic by Chris Rose.
Posted by: noadventure | August 3, 2014

Bayou Segnette FAIL

Editor’s note: Another entertaining post from writer Whitney Mackman.
Bayou Segnette State Park
For a brief moment in my life, paddleboarding caught my interest. I tried it once and decided to get my own inflatable paddleboard.  While conducting future adventure research on Googlemaps, I discovered a cluster of homes, or a fishing camp, only accessible by boat in a small bayou off Lake Cataoahouchie, where Jean Lafitte Park begins. Five miles in, five miles out, this would be an easy trip for a kayak since the average person can kayak between 3-5 mph. A paddleboard, however, can maybe go 1-2 mph. DOWN RIVER.

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The park is located across the Mississippi, not to far from New Orleans over in Westwego. There is a boat launch with parking, and there is where I decided to set off. Most boats were respectful and slowed down, but there were a few instances were we had to have paddles up to be seen. A Wildlife and Fisheries Agent was patrolling by boat, checking for lifejackets.
About 3 miles out, we take a break and drink a beer. We hear barking and see an alligator-like stick floating about 50 feet away, but we aren’t convinced. I lay back on my paddleboard and shut my eyes, tuning into nature. It is then I hear the bubbles.
I snap up, look over the edge of my board and see bubbles furiously shooting to the surface. I crawl to the other side of the board to get the puncture hole out of the water. My adventure buddy dries it off and applies duct tape that I rip off my backpack over the hole. In Hollywood timing, we hear barking again, this time louder, closer. We look up to notice the alligator stick has eyes and is now about 10 feet away. Right when we make eye contact, it slides in reverse under the water, just how alligators do. We scream, I start wildly paddling my board backwards, on my knees, away from where I last saw the gator. My buddy does the same, except he is much faster in his kayak. After a half-mile of crazy paddling, we relax. If he was going to take me, he would’ve.

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We can’t rest long, however, as I am sailing a sinking ship. We slowly but surely make our way back to the boat launch just as the nose of my board starts dragging underwater.
On the way back a woman in a passing boat hollered, “Why aren’t you afraid of gators?”
“Oh, I am!” I hollered back. I just love adventure more. Correction: I love adventure in a kayak.
Posted by: noadventure | July 27, 2014

Abandoned Power Plant

Editor’s note: Another killer post from NOadventure writer Whitney Mackman. 
For four years I’ve been teased by those ever-present twin stacks rising along the banks of the Mississippi, just behind the Crescent City Connection. But every time I drive by to find a way in, someone is filming a movie. This time, however, I had a plan. Terminator 5 just wrapped and abandoned the grounds. It was the 4th of July, so all the police were busy downtown.
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The Market Street Power Plant was built in 1905 and operated by New Orleans Public Service Inc. until 1973, when it shut down. Entergy sold it to Market Street Properties in 2007 and, as usual in New Orleans, there are plenty of plans for future development that have yet to take off.
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The inside was eerie. Every time the wind blew the storm-loosened metal sheets on the roof, we thought we had been caught. I could barely wrap my mind around how this power plant worked, as I’m sure all the pertinent machinery had been taken out. You can see where there was an intentional pool of water below a massive windowed room with lots of steel. We climbed shifty steel staircase after staircase, ducking in and out of doorways that led to more huge rooms, rusted machinery, gutted control pads, steel jungle gyms, and Dr. Seuss pipes.
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Posted by: noadventure | July 14, 2014

DEEP Westbank Adventure: Woodlands Trail and Park

Editor’s note: As I’ve been preoccupied, writer Whitney Mackman has still been out there adventuring with the best. Here’s another one of her posts.

Tucked between Planter’s Canal, Donner Canal, and the Mississippi River, this wide, lush roller coaster trail through a coastal forest ecosystem transports you to another world. Dodge raccoons and stare a little too long at trees engulfing other trees. And, if you look hard enough through the tangle of overgrowth at the end of the trail (5.5 miles), you will discover 10 WWII Ammunition Bunkers emerging from the wetlands. They are open and accessible, if you have a machete and don’t mind avoiding banana spiders at certain times of year.

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Best advice: Keep your head up! Most of the banana spiders were hanging just out of reach, but look for branches that stretch partway across the trail toward another – these seem to be their favorite. They are HUGE, yellow, and purple, you will see them. I biked holding a giant stick in front of me, but that felt a little extreme. When the trail seems too overgrown to continue and you see the frame of what used to be a trail sign, keep your eyes peeled for the concrete bunkers with large green doors on the very overgrown Naval Ammunition Depot Loop.

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It’s pretty easy to get to Woodlands Trail and Park from New Orleans: Cross over to the West Bank, exit and merge onto General de Gaulle. Take that for 4 miles and don’t panic when the street turns into a huge bridge that looks like the end of the world. Go over it (Intracoastal waterway) and once you get down, hang a left and then take your first sharp left (almost a u-turn) onto Herbert Blvd.

Once on F. Edward Herbert Blvd, you will pass an abandoned complex on your left (I explored one building of this government complex after my bike adventure, but it was getting dark and creepy). Then you will cross a small bridge (Planter’s Canal) and make an immediate left before the animal shelter to Woodland Trails (if you hit baseball fields, you missed it). Trailhead is at the end of the road. Very easy to follow and incredibly well marked, choose the equestrian or the hiking trail. It’s very overgrown in places but doable, since the bike elevates you a bit.

The address of Woodlands Trail and Park is 449 F. Edward Hebert Blvd, Belle Chasse Louisiana.

Posted by: noadventure | November 2, 2013

Blind River Paddle

Editor’s note: Whitney Mackman brings us to a far corner of the bayou in this next post. Enjoy.

Blind River Chapel Paddle

Nestled along the bank of the Blind River and accessible only by boat, Our Lady of Blind River Chapel welcomes all visitors. Built in 1983 by Martha Deroche, the daughter of a Cajun faith healer, this chapel is definitely an experience. Dated and typical pictures of Jesus in various scenes adorn every inch of wall space and numerous religious statues line the foot of the altar. The altar is a spectacular statue of the Virgin Mary housed in a huge, hollowed Cypress trunk – complimented by the simple Cypress pews and the flicker of candlelight.

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This was not a religious pilgrimage by any means, and please don’t think you must be Catholic to visit this chapel. No matter what you believe, Deroche “welcomes and offers her prayers and blessing to all who come.” Regardless, visiting a place a community volunteered to build out of love, faith, and friendship is kind of spiritual in its own way.

If that is not enough, the chapel is rumored to have performed miracles and there is a giant text Bible with PICTURES (!!), which is worth the trip if you’ve never seen one.

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This paddle is possible from the St. James Parish Boat Launch just off the 61 and the Blind River crossing. From there, the trip is approximately ten miles roundtrip. If you want a shorter, four-mile trip, there is a “secret” (to anyone without googlemaps maybe) and somewhat ridiculous launch off the I-10 where it crosses the Blind River. I put in under the I-10 after chatting with some animated locals.  We were the only kayaks in sight, dwarfed by the huge Cypress trees and passing motorboats. I didn’t see much wildlife besides a baby alligator next to the Chapel and some jumping fish, but it was getting stormy out. The fishing camps and hurricane damage along the banks provided enough intrigue and sometimes the trees and lily pads hinted of autumn.

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More info on Blind River Chapel: http://www.cajunimages.com/Pages/blind%20river%20chapel.htm

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A. Our Lady of Blind River Chapel

B. St. James Parish Boat Launch

Posted by: noadventure | September 12, 2013

The Closest Mountain Biking to New Orleans

Editor’s note: Yet another killer post from the talented Whitney Mackman. Cool weather means less spiders. Check out this trail.
Bonnet Carre Spillway Trail
If you’re like me, you’re not from around here. And if you aren’t from around here, you know that this country is riddled with rolling hills and towering mountain peaks you can barely see through the clouds. I moved here from Seattle, a place that signifies a beautiful day with “the mountain is out” rather than “the sun is out.” Needless to say, I miss my mountains and I especially miss my mountain biking. Thankfully, there are a few trails (read: 4) in Louisiana that help me reconnect with my love. Granted, this is not “mountain” biking per say, but the Bonnet Carre Spillway Trail in Norco, LA fills the void for those who live in New Orleans and can’t make the trip to Baton Rouge.
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New Orleans Metro Area Mountain Bike Organization, known as NOMAMBO (http://www.nomambo.net/), does an excellent job maintaining and running events on the Bonnet Carre Spillway Trail. The trail runs in the lush area between the Lower Guide Levee Road and a canal, from the 61 to the 10/Lake Ponchartrain. The trail is a long and meandering single track with twists and turns and built-in jumps and berms for the adventurous. There are even some tree stump speed humps. You can run this trail alone if you must, as it circles back to itself and is only between 5-6 miles, so if you get a flat tire or a bloody body part, you could walk out if you leave yourself enough daylight. The trail is well marked, but it does cross itself many times, so stay to the left and look for the caution tape leading you in the proper direction.
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This trail is an absolutely gorgeous trek through dense trees (ironically, since the area is surrounded by gas pipelines and oil refineries). With the canal to my left, I saw birds taking flight and nutria scavenging out of the corner of my eye. On the trail, I dodged a plague of humongous black grasshoppers. I tried to avoid them, but after a while it became impossible, as they do not move an inch, even when I came right at them. I hit several trees trying to respect them, but in the end I ran over a few. And let me tell you, you will know when you hit one. It sounds like running over an entire bag of Captain Crunch cereal. I spent half my time flying down this trail yelling “sorry grasshopper!” over my shoulder. In the end, I killed 3 but got hit in the eye, the nose, and the boob by huge retaliators, so I think Mother Nature and I are even. Honestly, the grasshoppers add an extra, more difficult element to this trail, as it is tight single track and they are everywhere. Use them as a natural obstacle.
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The trail starts with a wooden bridge and then a meander through the greens. They have recently added some jumps that look like bridges until there is a huge gap (1stjump of trail, in open meadow section, pic below), so just make sure to scout it out or make sure to jump it instead of panic, hit the brakes, and drop the front tire down (I will get to that later). Each section of the trail is labeled with creative names like Seinfeld, South African Headhunter, Up-Chuck, 5 Minutes Alone (one of my favorites), Rat Tail, Chu-Chut, The Hammer, and South Canada. There is a super fun smaller jump in Seinfeld and a larger launch in S. Canada.
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The jump in S. Canada comes after a tight uphill turn, but I discovered that I don’t need speed to land it. While scouting the jump, I noticed the last plank of the jump is gouged by chain rings because some people panic, brake, and let their front tire drop over the ledge instead of jumping the bike – most likely flipping themselves over their handlebars. You only have to make this mistake once to realize you must pop the jumps! Don’t brake! Don’t panic! Right when the front tire hits the edge, pull the handlebars up and “jump” your bike. This will keep both tires parallel to the ground (and in the air) until you land. The rest of the landing is up to your balance, speed, control and belief in your abilities. A friend warned me about this jump, so I ran off it once on my feet, then biked up the launch (it’s a bit curved) to get a feel for it, and then I just hit it on my bike and landed it on first try. You can do it! There is a berm at the bottom to catch your speed if you hit the jump fast!
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The trail ends at what used to be some great jumps, but I don’t know what is happening to them now. They are overgrown and some of them are too vertical to jump on a bike, but it wasn’t always like that. I still pushed my bike up the levee and turned around and ran the jumps. The trail doesn’t quite end where it starts, so once you hit the jumps, you need to push your bike up the levee and turn right on the graveled Lower Guide Levee Road for a few hundred feet back to the park entrance.
I ran the trail once and emerged to thunder and lightning, so I ate a banana and watched the storm pass for 30 minutes, then ran the trail again as the sun set and tiny frogs appeared. At a pretty steady pace, I can run this trail in about 30-45 minutes, depending on stops, scouting jumps/re-doing jumps, nature encounters, etc. I’ve seen people post 25-minute laps of this trail during timed races but I’ve never done it faster than 35 minutes. I’m also in it for the love, not for the speed – this isn’t downhill biking after all.
(Need to hit the trails? Check out Norco, 3 others in LA and 1 more in MS on Baton Rouge Area Mountain Bike Association’s website: http://www.bramba.org/trails.php. I hear there are also good trails in Mobile at Chickasabogue Park and on the University of Southern Alabama’s campus. Posts on Hooper & Comite Trails in Baton Rouge and The Beast in St. Francisville are coming soon!)
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