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
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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

The difference between a hill and a mountain


Boy did I go through some nice looking country this morning. There was little traffic. The road wound its way between the mountains and over creeks and through some farmland all the way to Jamestown. After that it was just rolling hills with heavy traffic and lots of houses.

Here's how I differentiate between a hill and a mountain: I can peddle to the top of a hill without taking a break. A mountain offers no such luxury. That's all you need to know.

By that definition, I only hit one mountain so far today. When I was near the top this guy in a street sweeping truck pulled over to talk to me. (I had already taken a break) My mom always warns me not to talk to strangers. Now I know why. This guy was strange. He spoke clear enough, but he was kind of quiet in a hush-hush sort of way. He asked me war I 'as headin'. I answered, Atlanta. He then asked what I thought was, "Got the wind with ya?" So I answered, "Yeah, it's really nice." Apparently I didn't answer the question he asked because he repeated it until I got it: "Got any women with ya?" I will not repeat any of what he said after that, but suffice to say the conversation went downhill in a big, vulgar way. My best guess is he owned a cat house or was related to somebody who did and was out drumming up business. Eventually I just told him I had to go and continued up that mountain.

I FINALLY saw another "bike gypsy" on the road today. He was heading north while I went south. I tried waving to him, but he seemed to ignore me. Now this guy was much more of a "gypsy" than I am. He had no trailer, but a lot more stuff. It was tied and strapped to every available location on his bike. There was even a guitar case in there. I was kind of impressed that he could both pack that bike and then ride it. I guess I'm a bit prideful, but when I look at my bike and gear I see something almost professional. I receive a lot of compliments on my setup.

Finding a phone this morning was a lot of fun. I didn't find one for about 30 miles, although I think I missed a few. The lady in one store told me there wasn't another one for "tan miyals."

I'm now eating lunch at a place called Huddle House on the north side of Crossville, TN. Okay food.

Well, I've had my rest. Figured I'd share this morning's activities before I forgot them.


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