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
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One of these customers is not like the others


After a few miles of biking I left the hills behind to cruise across some of the flattest land I've seen yet on this trip, and that's saying something. Back when the Mississippi was allowed to roam free, all of these miles of corn, cotton and catfish farms would have been fair game for a course change.

I'm in deep Mississippi now, and it's almost like being in a different country. Houses here are built low and flat and are all constructed out of brick. And towns do not offer the same services that I'm used to. Nobody here eats out. When going through a town, you will likely not see a restaurant. It is actually kind of frustrating. In Belzoni I found the BB Restaurant and Lounge. It was cafeteria style with tables, but I was the only customer to sit down and eat. It was the best food I'd had in weeks. While I was there a couple of dozen people came through, not a one in a group. All of them would get their food and leave; usually with several "hot plates" to bring home. I was also the only white person, and though everybody was courteous, I received none of the questions I normally receive.

I also had to stop at three stores before I found a bag of pretzels. I had read that pretzels were good for maintaining sodium balance. There was absolutely no shortage of pork rinds, though.

Though folks in groups seem hesitant to talk to me, I bet I was asked "how far you goin'" a half-dozen times today.

Though the land was flat, it was windy. So much so that my water bottle would whistle when I removed the cap.

Another form of wind came with the semi trucks. The roads are straight and narrow. In the distance I would spot a gravel truck. Here it comes. Here it comes. WHAM! I'm almost knocked off the road when it passes. I quickly learned to hunker down and try to hold the bike steady.

Besides crops, a big part of the local economy is based on catfish farming. The individual ponds themselves aren't too big, but together they stretch for miles.

Late in the day I stopped at a gas station and filled my water bottles. The water tasted okay, but, as another person remarked, "our water's kind of dark."

I wanted to cross the Mississippi River into Arkansas, but the tiny two-lane bridge was completely saturated by trucks. A Saturday morning crossing would be more prudent. So I biked down a levee a bit and found a camp site. Coyotes are calling all around me.

hills giving way to plains

I guessed this was a store and i was right

catfish ponds

it is flat here

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