We had planned on a leisurely drive with a stop-over in New Orleans. We quickly changed our plans, packed up and prepared for our race with Gustav.
We knew that heading due west was our best chance to win the race. However, we also knew that we would be slowed by everyone evacuating ahead of the storm.
We made good time from Houston to Baton Rouge, Louisiana. But, just before Slidell, Louisiana, we started slowing down. When we crossed over Interstate 55, we saw bumper to bumper traffic heading north. Thousands upon thousands of people trying to escape the oncoming storm. (There are no photos of this part of our journey. We were too busy navigating our way through the traffic. And, anyway, Masie and Fred were hiding in the back of the vehicle.)
We pushed on through Biloxi, Mississippi and Mobile, Alabama. Everywhere we looked there were people trying to get out of the way of Hurricane Gustav.
Automobiles and trucks overloaded with pets, personal belongings and treasures. Terrified families trying to save everything they could from the hurricane menace that was churning up the Gulf of Mexico.
Stalled and overheated vehicles littered the medians and shoulders of the highway. People were running out of fuel. The gasoline pumps at many of the service stations had been long emptied by the fleeing residents of the Gulf Coast.
We were in the middle of the largest evacuation in US history. Almost two million people were running from this terrifying monster called Gustav!
Miraculously, we made it to Pensacola, Florida where we spent the night.