David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
Okefenokee 2002
Anza-Borrego 2003
Texas 2003
Road Trip West 2003
Sequoia National Park 2004
Hiking Florida 2005
Nomadic 2005
Bicycle Trip 2009
02/08  Sumpter National Forest
02/09  Newberry, South Carolina, Sir
02/10  Brute force; then optimize
02/11  Ninety Six
02/12  Aiken, SC
02/13  Through Columbia, South Carolina
02/14  It's not so much the cold but the gosh dern humidity
02/15  Whooeee yaa ha ha ha ha c'mon gul
02/16  Isle of Palms
02/16  Whooeee yaa ha ha ha ha c'mon gul
02/17  Another day at the office
02/17  Isle of Palms
02/18  Another day at the office
02/18  Gear, part 1
02/20  Cold day colder night
02/21  Truly in "The South"
02/22  Rain, wind and hills
02/23  Gear, part 2
02/25  I lost my pants
02/27  Eighty-mile week
02/28  Montezuma
03/01  Snow day
03/02  Calico cats and pumpkins
03/03  Ashburn
03/04  Mosquitoes!
03/05  So what's up with those shoes?
03/06  Would you like rotten bacon with that?
03/07  Claim your lane
03/09  I talk a lot
03/10  Ocala National Forest
03/13  Trespassing Again
03/14  Burned
03/16  urban jungle
03/17  Withdrawal
03/19  Ping, clack, tink be gone
03/20  Everglades National Park
03/21  I walked this?
03/22  "Just like a plane."
03/23  Technical difficulties
03/26  Nothing is simple
03/27  Oranges for miles and miles
03/28  First Century
03/29  Withlacoochee I barely knew you
03/30  Cedar Key
03/31  Feral Cat Capitol
04/04  Cramping my style
04/08  Still in Cedar Key
04/10  Going again
04/11  Stop poking me
04/12  Back roads rule
04/15  What time is it?
04/16  Another day in AlaBAMa
04/17  All you guys look the same to me
04/18  (pictures)
04/19  Feedback
04/22  Wanna see our shrimp?
04/23  What goes down must go up
04/24  One of these customers is not like the others
04/25  Have a safe ride
04/26  Broad shoulders
04/29  Observe that the tower is closed
05/02  Rain rain don't bother going away now
05/03  Water water everywhere and I'm not even thirsty
05/04  Training
05/05  Life aboard the Texas Eagle
05/06  But it's a dry heat
05/14  The end is nigh
05/15  Six mile walk
05/16  Home on the farm
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

Nothing is simple


My BlackBerry did not make a full recovery. After the hair dryer, distilled water, rice and a stint next to my laptop's exhaust fan, most functionality returned, but the screen remained dead. So I decided to take advantage of the insurance premium I pay. It's real simple: You call their number where you have to provide the same information multiple times before talking to a lady who asks for more information before being passed to a second lady who describes the remaining steps. Then you have to find and photocopy proof of purchase, your latest bill and your driver's license. How many of those do you think I have with me? Then you have to download a document from their website, fill it out and get it notarized. That was a new experience. You bundle the whole thing up, and mail it to Missouri where, upon receipt, they will review and respond within 48 hours. A replacement phone is then sent out, and you then return the broken one. And you are billed a big fat deductible. Of course I am both traveling and working, so in order to not be without a phone for at least a week, I purchased a new one (big bucks). Assuming I don't break the new phone, I have thirty days to return it for almost a full refund.

I also changed out some of my gear and so had a big box ready to mail home. I brought the box and insurance papers to a post office near the court house (notarized?). The post office label printer was out of tape. The old ladies running the place couldn't contemplate any other manual method of marking my packages (I offered several suggestions), and so I left frustrated with that big box strapped to my bike. The second post office I managed to reach was a distribution center of sorts and didn't handle "retail". Finally, I found a little post office in the back of a card shop. Before unloading my bike yet again I asked the guy at the counter if he could ship my box. His look was quite incredulous, as if to say, "this is a post office; of course we can ship your box."

One thing that went right: I used up all of my first-aid duct tape (think about it) on my box. Almost immediately, I found a replacement roll along the road (Road swag!). If duct tape, bungie cords, motorcycle gloves and baseball caps had any value, I'd be rich.

I peddled from Naples up to Cape Coral where my brother Cody lives. I haven't seen him in years. He is very humble. We got some food at Hog Bodies, which served up a meal every bit as good as its awesome name implies. And for the first time in six weeks I am neither sleeping outside nor paying for a room.

status symbol

not really sure about this

Cody and Dave

contact me at le@liverworks.com
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