David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
10/12  O Windy Day; O Windy, Windy Day
10/12  Illinois Beach State Park (South)
10/13  Evanston, IL
10/16  Left on Halsted and straight for a couple days
10/16  No peace from barking dogs.
10/17  No peace from barking dogs.
10/18  Little ants. Big Earth.
10/18  Cold, sore, sun burned and lonely.
10/19  Evansville -- what a hole.
10/19  And that's why I drive a Multitrack
10/20  Concern for my life on the Bridge O Death
10/20  Hang it, I'm not broke.
10/21  Who's idea was it to come THIS WAY?
10/21  A couple of notes.
10/22  So Lawng Kentucky
10/23  The difference between a hill and a mountain
10/23  Highway 68 is awesome
10/24  Way down yonder 'round the Chattahoochee
10/25  And I thought Chicago was tough.
10/27  I'm not so tough
11/01  Still in Atlanta
11/03  FINALLY leaving Atlanta
11/03  "A Pilgrim," he called me
11/04  A new contestant
11/05  A whole new country
11/06  Trailers West
11/06  Did somebody order pine trees?
11/07  Deep Blue Chevron Station
11/08  I think I goof off too much
11/10  Sea Roaches, Oil Rigs and Casinos
11/11  Hot time in the bayou
11/12  Running on one cylinder
11/12  The adventures of Broken-Knee
11/13  Way to go, Brown!
11/13  Thank God for Advil and Bungie Cords
11/14  Kids in the streets with guns
11/15  I can see cows for miles and miles
11/16  Pleasantly surprised
11/18  Not much to report
Okefenokee 2002
Anza-Borrego 2003
Texas 2003
Road Trip West 2003
Sequoia National Park 2004
Hiking Florida 2005
Nomadic 2005
Bicycle Trip 2009
Bicycle Trip 2010
Nomadic 2010
Little Bicycle Trip 2011
Wisconsin Bicycle Trip 2011
Bicycle Trip 2011
Nomadic 2011
Kayak Trip 2012
Nomadic 2012
Liverworks Productions
Nomadic 2013
Liverworks Productions
Texas Pig Hunting
Bicycle Trip 2014
Bicycle Trip 2015
Biking West 2015
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
Kayak Trip 2017

Little ants. Big Earth.


It occurs to me that I never explained the subject of my last email, "Right on the fold." It simply means that I had made it to the half-way point on my Illinois state map, at least if you determine it by where the map is folded.

Now, as I sit beside the highway watching semi after semi after semi roll by, I notice these tiny little ants. For them to hike a yard is like me biking a mile. Of course me biking a mile is like a car driving seven. To continue with that, a car driving seven miles is like an airplane flying between two close cities. And with all that, these ants will probably never travel more than a couple of yards from their nest in their entire lifetime.

I almost began to keep a tally of dead raccoons versus dead opussom along side the road, but decided against it on the grounds of that would be too morbid and probably too much work. But they have to be just about even, far outnumbering deer and squirrel. Anyway, enough of that.

I've finally crossed out of the Illinois flatlands into land with many more hills. I figure these are just training hills to prepare me for Kentucky and Tennessee.

I'm not too sure, but I think I am just south od Gordon, IL, still on Highway 1. The towns here are small and few and far between, just the way I like them.

I might actually make if out of Illinois before dark, but it's hard to say.

I should be able to send this email off when I get doen to Lawrenceville.
contact me at le@liverworks.com
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