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

"A Pilgrim," he called me


I am currently camping in a courtyard of a small building in Zebulon, Georgia.

As I sort of stated in my last update, the land south of Atlanta is much nicer to someone such as myself on a bicycle. I am guessing I am out of the mountains now and the land should continue to level out as I travel south.

As I was entering Griffin a man by the name of Dick Gollner stopped me. Nice enough guy. He was a member of the Southern Bike League and wanted some information on me. He referred to me as A Pilgrim, and to my camping as bushwacking. He tried to take a picture of me, but his camera wouldn't work. Without too much input from myself he then proceeded to find a place for me to spend the night.

Well, I didn't want to be rude, and it seemed like an okay idea, so I biked to Zebulon where I met Walker Chandler and Mike Morrison, lawyers. They let me set up my tent in the courtyard of their office building.

Mr. Chandler didn't stick around too long. He was dressed head to toe in army fatigues and he just sold his house so had to go. Apparently, he also played the bag pipes in a kilt one time while running for a public office. But he seemed, and I'm not trying to sound sarcastic, pretty down to earth. He is also a biker, which explains my being here.

Mr. Morrison didn't seem quite as outgoing, but he definitely made up for it in conversation and knowledge. We talked for a couple hours in his office. I was invited in so he could call the local newspaper to get me an interview (something that he had already begun arranging before I arrived), but none of the reporters were available. As we talked, I tried to get away, but again, they were my hosts and some of what he had to say actually was interesting. He had an opinion about everything. Unlike myself, his opinions seemed to be based on some type of research and logic and some experience, for he could defend his opinions--not that I challenged him, for I quickly descerned that he was way out of my league in debate skills. I suppose that's why he's a lawyer. Politics seemed to be his favorite, but he had no problems with the subjects of religion, traveling, culture, health and computers. He had traveled quite a bit. He freely admitted that he was not a Christian, bu!

t if the choice came down between Christianity and living in a totally immoral society, he would pick Christianity. I guess he figured there were still other choices. Mr. Morrison also held a job at one time writing physicic predictions for some magazine. He said he made everyone of them up and that most "predictions" were just a mix of physchology and telling people what they wanted to hear.

I've been on the road now for over three weeks. Of course, I've spent about half that time staying with different people. Atlanta was good. I may have not seen all the sights or anything, but I was able to learn a lot nonetheless. And hopefully I wasn't too much of a burden to my friends in Atlanta.

It may get as cold as 25 degrees tonight. I sure hope my new sleeping bag liner does what it is supposed to.

P.S. It was 24 degrees by 6 AM. I had bought some new mittens in Atlanta. Were they a good thing? Oh yeah.
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