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

Life aboard the Texas Eagle


We arrived in San Antonio around 10:30 last night, but our car didn't leave until 5:40 am. So Mike, Darrick and I went and got some food at Denny's. Malcolm did too, but instead of returning to try and get some sleep he went clubbing.

Malcolm rolled in before the train departed. He was clearly intoxicated, but I couldn't smell anything on his breath. He began spouting out some profound statements about "black is the dominant race!" Even in his altered state of mind he made a compelling argument based entirely on dominant genes and heredity. His monologue quickly devolved throughout the day however as he failed to get sleepy. By noon most everybody in two cars was tired of his energetic blathering. Late in the afternoon he calmed down. I figured he'd gotten whatever it was through his system. Mike thinks he did another whatever.

Because our car was attached to a different engine during the night, we left San Antonio backwards. A few hours later we were shown how to turn all of the seats around to face the opposite direction. I'm still a little messed up.

There is an older gentleman on the train who wears a snappy suit and several crosses who is convinced all the bathrooms have cameras behind the mirrors.

The overarching sentiment throughout the day was, are we ever going to get out of Texas? Eventually farmland and even cows gave way to raw desert. And that went on forever. Very occasionally we would pass through small towns. I've seen more make-shift street-person shelters in the last two days than I've seen in the rest of my trip.

Vinny runs the insanely overpriced snack bar. Occasionally he closes down. He always announces closing over the intercom and always includes the reason, which is usually because it's time for his personal meal break.

Late in the day we finally arrived in El Paso, a "dirty little city" I have heard affectionately termed as the "armpit of America". I have heard less affectionate descriptions as well. We ate dinner at a KFC that smelled strongly of deviled eggs. A kid who was to depart there took a very keen interest in the gang logos spray painted on the other trains. It was like watching a dog sniff a tree in a public park.

We left El Paso and quickly entered New Mexico where you could see over the border (past the patrolling agents) into Mexico. Everybody smiled and waved at the train from their little shanty towns.

I watched a movie through New Mexico. When I did look out the window it always looked the same.

We hit Arizona just after sunset, which is a pity because there are some cool sights here.

some ravine

some hill


sunset in New Mexico

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