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

Hang it, I'm not broke.

1999-10-20

Met an older gentlemen by the name of Wild Bill Carter while doing laundry this afternoon in Owensburo. Bill was interested in my bicycle trailer. He told me about his own bike he still has from when he was 8 that he earned the money for selling magazines. It has 28 inch tubeless tires. He's 80 now. "I just got new teeth; that's why I'm talkin' funny. Lost my teeth in World War II, all but six of 'em, and I've been waiting for new teeth for three months and just got them today." He also wanted me to visit a lady with grandchildren older than me because she was from Wisconsin way back when. Her name was Nevel York but he called her Frosty because of the way she kept her hair.

For some reason I had it in my head that I had to live on a tight budget. Don't ask me why. I know I can't afford hotel rooms every night, but I can afford decent meals. I had been buying groceries as I went along; all healthy stuff, but you just can't take a chicken dinner along with you on a bike. So I think I'm going to try to hit restaurants for breakfast and early dinner and use the stores for the rest of my meals. I'll see how that works. I ate at The Meridian in Hartford, KY. Excellent food. My body thanked me.

Speaking of food, down the road in the City of Beaver Dam, just about everybody I saw was very "healthy."

I find myself now camping in a meadow near the town of Cromwell. I've been following 231 since entering Kentucky. I hit the little big hills today. I'll likely be hitting the big big hills in the next day or so. That should be interesting.

Somebody should pay somebody else to scrape dead animals off the road. I actually haven't seen a lot of LIVING wildlife, but I've seen just about every critter out there dead. It's sad, really. But it does serve to remind me of how much grace people are given by God. Can you imagine what the world would be like if we got offed (killed) as often as some of the other animals out there? I'm sure if a racoon attempted to retrace my steps so far, it would be flat within the first half mile, yet I've been narrowly escaping tragidy since I began. Grace.

Uh-oh, I think I left my mittens at last night's campsite. Well, I'm not going back for them! That was a nasty route through Indiana.

The scenery just keeps getting better and better. As long as you look past the garbage spilled all alongside the road. Very pretty country.

Some rednecks drove by in a big pickup and yelled something at me. It sounded much the same as the people in Chicago were yelling at me, as it was incomprehensible.

You know who I feel like? Did any of you ever watch Fraggle Rock on HBO? Remember the old Fraggle who traveled the world and sent letters back to the rest of the Fraggles?

Kentucky

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