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

Way down yonder 'round the Chattahoochee


Hello All,

I'm having a hard time estimating mileage today. My Tennessee map isn't showing miles for some of the little roads I was on, and my Georgia map is real cheap and seems to be good only for finding Exxon gas stations (guess where I picked it up). But I think I finally broke a hundred miles. That's a centennial in biker lingo (I hope).

Starting south of Spring City, TN, I traveled south on 27 until Dayton. From there I followed 60 to Cleveland, struggled to push through Cleveland (nice roads, but a lot of curves and construction), and left on 74. I only went a few miles on 74 before turning off on 313 which runs east and hits 411 between Oldfort and Conasauga. From there, 411 was a straight shot south until into Georgia and on until just shy of Fairmount. There I found some curvy backroad to the west that lead me to my current campsite in a pine forest. I must have been going the right way because most of my route was marked with nuclear powerplant evacuation directions.

I certainly should be in Atlanta sometime tomorrow.

The scenery was probably just as good today as yesterday in some places, but my body was already losing its appreciation for mountains. Just about all the roads I was on had light traffic, which is good.

All in all it wasn't a bad day of travel, but my legs just despised me. In Tennessee, most longer north-south roads run along mountain ridges and so are fairly flat and straight. East-west roads go over those ridges. The wind was out of the north-northeast and I spent a good deal of time heading east, over the hills against the wind.

It's amazing how your mind and body can end up in two totally different realms. For instance at one point today my legs were groaning about this slight slope I was going up. Suddenly I see this steeper hill coming. So my mind says to my legs, "You want something to whine about? Just wait to we get to this hill and then we'll see you whine!" At that point I actually had to remind myself that my mind and my legs were part of the same body, because my mind was actually considering my legs a seperate entity. This wasn't all bad, because when my legs would be in great pain, it wouldn't affect the rest of me as much. I'd just let them cry out and continue whipping them until we got up the hill.

Sorry I have no interesting stories for you today. All the dogs seem to be penned up. There is very little road kill action. The people I talked to, although nice, aren't all that story-worthy. And I haven't yet built a theory as to why the pattern on those black and orange caterpillars that like walking across roads has changed slightly as I've come further south.

I do know that a couple days of resting and showers in Atlanta will do me good. By the way, for those of you who don't know, I'll be staying with people in Atlanta that belong to the same church as me. I already know some of them. I'm sure I'll get bombarded by the typical "why's" and "how's" tomorrow night that I've come to expect. But who knows, maybe none of them will care how I got there and we'll just go goof off. I think I'd like that better.

Northern Georgia

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