David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
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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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Wisconsin Bicycle Trip 2011
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Nomadic 2013
Liverworks Productions
Texas Pig Hunting
Bicycle Trip 2014
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Biking West 2015
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
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My anemone's anemone is my friend.


Raymond, WashingtonAll I can say is rain forests are cool. Hiking over fern-covered ground under two-hundred foot spruce and moss-choked maples along a glacier fed river is quite the experience.

As I was hiking one of the shorter trails near the visitor center, I met a couple who were "retreating" from a bull elk. I told them that the elk wouldn't hurt them, and so they decided to continue back up the trail--right behind me. Soon we found ourselves in the center of a herd of a dozen or so elk that were browsing among the ferns and vines. I stood ten yards from the bull and he didn't even care.

Later, after hiking up the Hoh River Trail about three miles, I discovered another herd (this time twenty-five or more) standing about on the rocky beach of the Hoh River. When I approached to take pictures, the bull of this herd took offense and began trumpeting his disgust as he ushered his herd to the opposite side of the river.

This is about when it started to rain. Fortunately, the thick canopy of the forest kept most of the water off me. I returned to my car and drove down the road a bit to a phone booth to check my email. As my PocketMail device was chirping into the receiver, I glanced across the road only to finally notice yet another herd of elk standing in the grass watching me. There is definitely no shortage of elk here.

I spent a short part of the afternoon poking about on the beaches. This didn't last long. Cold I can deal with, and rain I can deal with, but cold rain gets old real fast. I explored some tidal pools, which held an assortment of anemones and purple, orange and brown starfish.

And, because the rain wasn't letting up, I left the Olympic Peninsula behind and headed South on 101.

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