David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
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Anza-Borrego 2003
Texas 2003
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Sequoia National Park 2004
Hiking Florida 2005
Nomadic 2005
09/22  Plan B, Part 2
09/23  Canaveral National Seashore -- Freaky People
09/24  Seminole State Forest
09/25  Swimming in Pepsi
09/26  Arachnids
09/27  The End Of The Trail
09/28  Go West Young Man
09/29  Mountains in Arkansas? Who knew?
09/30  Kansas ain't so flat
10/01  Two Kinds of Flat
10/02  Points of Interest
10/03  No Place To Hide
10/04  Look! Grass!
10/05  Everyone repeat after me: Medo is not a jeep.
10/06  Without Incident
10/07  The Fever
10/08  Goodbye, Black Hills
10/09  Lunch with Bison
10/10  ''You're in Oregon Now.''
10/11  Sea to Shining Sea
10/12  My anemone's anemone is my friend.
10/13  Fast Times at Seven-Thousand Feet High
10/14  Redwoods and Grapes
10/15  Welcome to the Jungle
10/16  I live to move furniture.
10/17  Whole Lot of Critters
10/18  Deserts
10/19  ''Please state your nationality''
10/20  Essence of Guano
10/21  Cannonball
10/22  All Done
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Bicycle Trip 2010
Nomadic 2010
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Wisconsin Bicycle Trip 2011
Bicycle Trip 2011
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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

The End Of The Trail


Just East of Fort Pickens, just West of Pensacola Beach (30.326 N, 87.180 W)This morning I drove down to St. George Island State Park to do some beach walking. The beaches were nice, but everything else was a wreck. Between Dennis and Katrina, the Gulf Coast has definitely seen better days. Every pine tree on St. George Island is dead or dying due to the high tide of Katrina. Well, it's not like Florida doesn't have enough pine trees.

Leaving St. George, I traveled West on an obnoxiously busy Highway 98 through an insane number of traffic lights before arriving in Navarre Beach. From Nivarre Beach, the Florida Trail traces the beaches all the way to Fort Pickens. Normally there's a road there, but it was snowed-in, uh, covered with sand.

Nivarre Beach is just as messed up as any city along the Gulf. The interesting thing here is that instead of cleaning up after a hurricane, it looks like they're digging out after a bizarre blizzard. The sand here is snow-white and drifts like snow. The storm pushed it over the roads, so the residents pushed and plowed it out of the way. Driving on the sand still on the road even feels like driving on hard-packed snow.

I ended up having to take the long way around to Pensacola Beach only to find that the road to Fort Pickens, the official end-point of the Florida Trail, was also closed. I didn't have enough daylight to walk the six and a half miles tonight, and as nice as the beach is here, thirteen miles of it could be kind of mind-numbing. And I don't really feel like coming back tomorrow. And, technically, I've been there before, although it was a good eight years ago.

So this is the end of the Florida Trail as far as I'm concerned. But is it the end of my journey? I think not.

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