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

Sea Roaches, Oil Rigs and Casinos

1999-11-10

As many of you know, I've finally found myself in a hotel.

This morning saw me traveling west on 180. I'm thinking I should have paid more attention to the names on all the shacks and hotels along the way, because every one seemed to have a unique name. Even the dumps nobody would care about. I guess it's a status thing here.

As I waited for the ferry at Fort Morgan, I admired the thousands of sea roaches (for lack of a better name) as they climbed around on the rocks. Each one was an inch to an inch and a half in length. I took the ferry over to Dauphin Island. Along the way there were dozens of oil rigs, and numerous species of birds. I think my favorite bird in the south is the pelican. It's an awkward looking bird, and it flies like I bike: pump, pump, pump, glide.

When I got off the ferry I met a group of over a dozen bicyclers getting on. Unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to talk to any of them. But later, I met two guys from San Diago. They were outfitted like me. One looked to be fifty-something, and the other younger. The younger one even had the same bike and trailer as myself. They claimed to do only 55, 65 miles a day, and sometimes 90. And they slept in hotels just about every night. Indeed, the younger one looked very "healthy" even after all the miles they had done.

They warned me that the traffic on 90 was harsh and there wasn't any decent margin to ride in. I found this to be mostly true, but not wanting to ride on the rough pavement at the edge of the road, I rode at the side of the road, but not too close. I've found that if I hug the edge of the road, people will pass me like I'm not even there, sometimes with inches to spare. But if I move out into the lane 2 or 3 feet, cars and trucks give me an extra wide berth. I do have to be careful, because then some of the larger trucks can't pass me at all, and they get bugged. But better them bugged than me flat.

From Dauphin Island, I followed 193 to 188 to 90 and on into Mississippi. I looked hard but could not find Mississippi's welcome sign. I know I was looking in the right place because I found Alabama's "Alabama State Line" sign. Maybe they don't have stqte pride down here.

I followed 90 through Pascagoula to Biloxi where I saw about half a dozen large casinos. I was tempted to stop at one because I heard they sometimes have great room rates, but I would have felt weird pulling my bike through their shiny lobbies. I eventually got myself a hotel room with a sliding glass door and a jacuzzi. It has a decent rate, and I think if I were to go to the casinos, I would get a discount. I probably should have taken a shower before soaking myself because I left a ring around the tub.

Mississippi

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