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

I can see cows for miles and miles


My final day in the wetlands of Louisiana was enjoyable. I didn't really see that much, but I followed a quiet road through empty wetlands for hours. I like that more than just about anything.

I do regret never seeing one snake, especially a large one. I also regret not meeting some real Cajons. I met a few people who sounded like they must have been related to real Cajons, though.

Also, for all of you losing sleep over the pronunciation of Thibodaux, Cherie from Atlanta from New Orleans has the answer: "(Ti-bi-dough) short i in both parts lit the word bit." I'm not sure what the last part there means, but I think I got the picture.

And then I crossed into Texas. It really wasn't much of a change, save the thousands of acres of oil refineries. For the most part I traveled down miles and miles of road watching grazing cattle. I also saw some guys on horses rounding up cattle. I didn't think that was done anymore. I suppose they were just hobbiests.

I wore out another rear tire today. This time the tire walls were fine, but all the tread got wore off and I blew a tube. I had a spare tire and tube. Next time I'll need to get a tire with a high thread count AND lots of traction. I haven't had luck with either-or.

There's a whole lot of nothing here, except cows. Okay, I did see a few big oil diggers. Those cows make it real hard to find a place to camp. So I once again find myself under a bridge. At least I don't have to worry about people seeing me. And I haven't heard any dogs barking (thank God), but there are other animals crying off in the distance. I can take that, though.

My route: From Holly Beach, Louisiana, I biked along 82 (very desolate and lots of gunfire) all the way to south of Port Author. There I hooked into 73 and followed that through 25 miles of nothing. It was in the 80s once I got inland, and I quickly discovered that I should have spent a little more time trying to find water before getting on 73. I came to Winnie and took 124 a short jog south to 65, where I headed west. I am currently a few miles east of Monroe City. A couple people suggested that I take 10 all the way into Houston, but I don't like being on interstates if I can avoid it. But don't ask me how I'll actually get into Houston. I'll figure that out tomorrow.

Oh, and about my knee: I finally arrived back in civilization today, but even so was not able to find a proper knee band. So the bungie cord is still at work. I took one Advil yesterday and none today. I think the Advil set me back because when the dose yesterday wore off, my ankles informed me that they had some issues and were irritated that I had been ignoring them for so long. How could I have known? Today, I took the cord off my knee for about 45 minutes before stopping for the day. I could feel it, but barely, which is a vast improvement over even last night. I'll wear the cord into Houston just to be safe.

P.S. I hear coyotes. I love that sound!


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