We left the KOA near the airport for our Harvest Host Brewery stop. It had been suggested by the KOA that we stop at the Dot's Dinner just down the street (which we discovered was owned by the same family that had the KOA) and it being a classic dinner and we were hungry, seemed like a good plan.
It was pretty much everything we expected, service was friendly, food was classic dinner, ambience was the same. As a bonus we profitably used the time until we could check in at our next spot.
Then we headed for our Harvest Host, Faubourg Brewing Co., a brewery by the river, and it turned out near the Folger's Coffee plant (smelled great!). It was a large brewery, big tasting room, big outside venue for music, nice big parking lot with an RV section. Two downsides, Verizon had no bars of data, and the brewery wifi was down, due to storms. As we had homework and work to do, that wasn't not going to do it. Also, despite being told we could get in and out (At least for a an Uber after 8 PM) but we could not see how that worked. So we moved to plan B/C which turned out to be the expensive RV Resort in the French quarter. That turned out to be the place we wanted to be as it was close to everything and Paul's mobility was pretty limited.
After getting set up, we made reservations at Broussard's, a classic New Orleans restaurant where we made sure we had the full Cajun cuisine treatment. The food was excellent, it was a bit cold for the courtyard but the dining room was very fancy.
Afterwards we walked down Bourbon Street, found both the hotel that my parents and I stayed at when we visited for the World's Fair and Pat O'Brian's where my parents bought me my first (legal purchased) drink. A hurricane. They did not appear to be open when we walked by (as in just closed).
So we continued along Bourbon Street, which was full of people doing what people do on Bourbon Street which slightly scandalized the children, not being used to Fraternity Row about midnight. We went along about 4-5 blocks to soak up the ambience. Then the kids said we could go home, anytime.
As I was still hobbling along on my walking stick dodging drunk people, I, at about block 5 said, okay, time to call the Uber. We called, no Uber. Lyft! I said. No Lyft. Well I said, if we get off of Bourbon Street a few blocks we will have more luck....
5 blocks toward the RV park and still nothing. 10 blocks still nothing, well, maybe in 21 minutes. At this point, we were only 0.3 miles or so from the RV park, and I declared that I was not too tired to keep going. Maggie was providing stability on my left and I had my walking stick on my right. So what if I was pretty much still using a walker a week or two ago, what's a few more blocks.
It took a while but we passed the Covenant House that I had seen earlier, and the police station, and the train station, and I knew we were kind of close, then I saw the building under construction next to us and we were home free.
It was after 11, and that was probably as far as I had walked in the last month in total in an evening, but there we go! Success!! A great evening.