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

I think I goof off too much


I don't even want to know my mileage anymore. I seem to be doing worse and worse everyday. Since I reached the coast, I guess there is just too much to be distracted by.

I got up early but didn't leave from my campsite until late (7:00) this morning.

I followed 98 to Navarre where I jumped over onto 399 just to see the scenery. This white sand keeps freaking me out. If the ground is flat and just a few weeds are poking up out of the ground, it looks just like a cold snow-covered field in January in Wisconsin, yet it is really over 70 degrees. Somewhere along 399 I took a break to go swimming. I decided even salt water would leave me cleaner than I was. The water was crystal clear and not really cold (especially if compared to Lake Michigan at summer's high). Here I learned that soap does not work in salt water. Not at all.

In Gulf Breeze, I stopped to eat. Then I followed 98 to 292. Somehow I managed to sneek right into

Alabama without realizing it, which bugged me. I've been taking pictures of all the Welcome to Our State signs. I guess I'll have to cheat and take a picture of the Alabama sign when coming from Mississippi.

Highway 292 turns into 182 in Alabama. Be careful, because if you get distracted by an advertisement you will miss 59 and go 5 miles down a dead-end road before figuring it out and trudging back.

There are literally miles of resort hotels along this route. Each one is twelve stories or more and they are one right after another, side by side. I couldn't believe it. This place must be a mad house in peek season.

I took 59 real quick to 180. Down 180 a few miles is where I am now. I had thought about getting a hotel because I decided to take it easy tomorrow, whether I need it or not (remember what I said before about resting after six days), but as soon as I hit 180, I never saw another. Maybe tomorrow I'll find one.

Once I found my campsite, I made another important discovery: Deep Woods OFF! on your lips will make anything at all taste horrible.

As you can tell, I passed right on through Pensacola. I was hoping to maybe attend services at the Brownsville Revival, but that couldn't happen until Thursday, so I'm skipping it.


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