Since the Pacific Ocean, I’ve connected every single step, till now. Without a shoulder, this quarter-mile I-10 bridge between the Louisiana Visitor Center and the I-10 truck weigh station proved FAR too dangerous to attempt to walk (run) across. Having run my way across a similarly dangerous bridge in Orange, TX, just two days earlier (an experience that left me quite shaken), I’d resolved to no longer put my life on the line to connect every last step, while still connecting as many steps as “safely” possible (my alternative route when the LSP trooper shuttled me across the bridge involved facing three big, aggressive, unleashed dogs).
I’m not happy that I had to break the continuous line of steps, and a deeper part of me feels I’ll be back someday to find a way to “tie up” any such portions. However, when I think about the decision in light of the risks, I wouldn’t change my mind. Swampland holds countless bridges, and I’m hoping to be able to walk across at least 99% of them…

Walking across America, I've connected 100% of the steps, until this too-dangerous-to-pass bridge on I-10. Louisiana State Patrol drove me across.

Once I've finally finished packing my stuff into the front and back of the LSP Cruiser, and am enclosed in the back seat, ready to be transported across the dangerous bridge, the Trooper then asks me for identification. I gave him my ID; he called it in erroneously-- I corrected him in the process. No warrants for George's arrest, and we proceed on, to the other side of the bridge.

I'm traveling with enough stuff now, that I packed my stuff both in the trunk and back seat of the Patrol Cruiser

Louisiana State Patrols shows up to drive me across the dangerous I-10 bridge

All done. We've made it to the other side, safe and sound.