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

Stop poking me


Because of the crazy amount of noise generated by the frogs and birds I didn't sleep very well for part of last night. But eventually I hit REM, and then something grabbed me by my feet and tried to drag me out of the hammock. Fortunately I realized very quickly that this was a dream. But something was still poking at me through the canvas of the hammock. It was more of a probing poke, but by something big. So I wanted it to go away. I tried to yell and punch at it but my body wouldn't respond. The poking (or was it tasting) continued. Then, suddenly, I really did wake up, and all was still.

This is the second time this has happened to me (sans feet grabbing) this trip. It is a phenomenon known as "old hag's syndrome", or more scientifically, "sleep paralysis". Basically the body suspends motor control while dreaming so you don't hurt yourself. Occasionally people wake up (or so), but can't move. This is often accompanied by the sensation that there is something near that shouldn't be there. I have actually heard folks attribute this to demons and other things, but it is nothing so sinister.

Oddly enough, I was calm throughout the entire poking episode. I soon fell back to sleep only to be woken up again by somebody chanting, "Dave Dave Dave Dave..." This, of course, was audio pareidolia. I can now add dave-frogs to my frog collection, which includes squeek-frogs, chirp-frogs and clicker-frogs.

Such a psychological night.

The night never did get as cool as I had prepared for, and the day got pretty hot. I was also biking into the wind. Uphill. Yep, this part of Florida has quite a few hills. But it must have been less humid because my skin collected a glaze of salt.

I passed a pile of abandoned motels. It was sort of erie.

I bought a cheap tire pump at Walmart, just in case, only to realize later that I actually hadn't forgotten my good pump at the hotel. I had just packed it someplace it had no business being. Stupidly, I had torn the packaging off the new pump and thrown it away, so I doubt if I can return it.

I am finally back in the land of cheap hotels. After pushing myself a little hard today, but mostly because I wanted to sort through my gear and shed some more dead weight, I stopped at a hotel. Forty a night! Woot! Maybe I can finally stop hemorrhaging cash.

me in my hammock

abandoned motel


snake getting away


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