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

Wanna see our shrimp?


A couple days ago I went to Wal-mart and purchased a big plastic bin and lid. After paying, I informed the cashier that I was only interested in the lid. I left the bin with her. I cut the lid down and created a support for my rear left pannier. No more sag. The rear right was always held rigid by my laptop case, and it bugged me that they were so asymmetrical.

I am used to being stared at, but the folks waiting for the Social Security office to open were freaking me out a little. I needed to get a new card for work. An upcoming customer is making us jump through one bureaucratic loop after another.

I had several people comment today that they would like to do a trip like mine but weren't in good enough shape. Believe me, that is the least of your concerns. Take it slow and after two weeks you will be in adequate shape. Then everything else starts getting harder.

A local informed me of a possible pack of wild dogs in the area. Now that is a critter I'm scared of.

After two months on the road, I experienced my first real bit of road rage. An old white guy honked and flipped me off while glaring at me. In his defense, I had my headphones on and the road was narrow and hilly, so I'm not sure how long he was behind me. He gave me lots of space when he finally passed me, which, oddly enough, puts him in a much more courteous class of driver than the average yahoo who likes to play how-close-can-I-get-to-the-guy-on-the-bike.

I saw a lot of horses today. At one point I came around a corner and totally freaked one out. It was pretty funny, but I bet it was bugged that it wasted a perfectly good panic attack what with no rider to kill and all.

I stopped for a late lunch at a small seafood joint in Philadelphia. The girl working there was a talker. At one point she was talking about their shrimp, so I asked where they came from. Some were frozen and some were fresh. She then started shuffling crates around. "Wanna see our fresh shrimp? I think they're bad, though." I must admit, those shrimp were huge. I didn't know shrimp got that big. She also didn't know where their crayfish came from, but they were often bagged up with turtles and water moccasins.

It hit almost ninety degrees today. With the heat, the sun and the hills I was a little wore out. I think I only did sixty-some miles.

the pavement ends here

field of something yellow

baby got symmetrical back

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