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

Concern for my life on the Bridge O Death

1999-10-20

Well it finally happened: I found my self in a situation where my heart started beating faster, and stayed that way a while. Imagine a bridge that's about a half mile long, and not even as wide as most roads. There is a walkspace 18 inches wide (not wide enough to ride a bike on) and then the road. That bridge exists, and it connects Indiana to Kentucky. Okay, I knew for a fact that I wouldn't be able to bike over that bridge with all the traffic, so I decided to place my bike on the elivated walkway and my feet on the road and walk across. This worked okay for the most part. Cars could still get around me. Now here comes a group of semis, from both directions, going to pass me at the same time. Now a semi takes up a heap of space. Two across used up the entire road. So what did I do? I jumped up on the walkway with my bike and hugged the bridge railing as these trucks flew past me with about eight inches of space to spare. Of course multiple trucks passing at the same time cause the bridge to shake and the winds to kick up. It was of those rare experiences that makes a better story than recreation activity.

Did it ever get COLD last night! But I think I'm starting to get used to it. I woke up to find my tent encrusted in frost, my water bottle a slushy, and my bananas crunchy. No trouble with critters, although I do keep hearing this weird wale/cry sound that might be some kind of bird or cat. I hear a lot of coyotes. I wonder if I'll ever get a chance to hear wolves howl?

I left camp late today. Right at dawn I took a walk through this field with a large forest at its edge. Suddenly I heard this crackling sound coming from the woods. It sounded like some sort of machine. But it got louder and more intense with squeals and high pitches. Maybe a herd of deer was smashing through the brush? No, it got louder and more intense with more noises yet. I was becoming a little concerned. What was coming through the woods? Suddenly this HUGE flock of blackbirds appears above the forest and decends in a tree with all the silence of the Milwaukee Mile on race day. Now I know how Hitchcock got his inspiration for Birds.

I'm currently in Owensburo doing my laundry. I traveled on 66 to 231 to get here, not a route I'll ever "recommend to a friend." I'm thinking I'm in need of a real meal, so as soon as I'm finished getting cleaned up, I'm going to go search for a restaurant.
 
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