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

Trailers West

1999-11-06

Everything here is really big or really small. I talked to a guy at the border today who said he knew where to find oak trees with a 3 yard diameter trunk and a 70 yard diameter spread of the branches. The bugs are big. All the deer I've seen so far a fairly small.

I crossed the border this morning and the town of Quincy greeted me with the steepest hill I'd seen in a day or so. I thought Florida was supposed to be flat? And who would name a town Quincy? That sounds like some kind of dog name. I stopped to do some laundry there. The bathroom in the laundromat was horid, even by my standards. I've heard of missing, but the way in which the last occupant missed must have taken some skill.

I headed east from Quincy on highway 12. Though it had its share of hills, it was as long and straight as you could believe. And the soil: what soil? It was all sand. I'm suprised anything grows, but grow it does.

I stopped off at a church to use its water spicket to take a road shower. I saw this spider. It was black with brown markings on its back and it was a little larger than a penny. But seemingly without web or trap, it had caught a grasshopper at least twice its size. That's impressive. Because he was in my way, I grabbed the grasshopper and moved him someplace else. The spider never let go.

I'm now eating lunch in Bristol. What kind of a name is Bristol, anyway? It just sounds goofy. Maybe the name is from South America.

I've been taking my time today. My body is always whining about something. Now it's my ankles. For whatever reason they are really sore.

So, are there any hurricanes moving my way?

Florida

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