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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Nomadic 2010
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Wisconsin Bicycle Trip 2011
Bicycle Trip 2011
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Nomadic 2012
Liverworks Productions
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Liverworks Productions
Texas Pig Hunting
Bicycle Trip 2014
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Biking West 2015
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
Kayak Trip 2017

Six mile walk


Rant: why does the BlackBerry make it so easy to accidentally delete draft emails?

I got dropped off at the bus station in plenty of time for the very late 2:35 pm GreyHound. Five hours later I was disembarking sixty-five miles away. Temecula to Santa Ana takes a long time when you have to go to San Diego first.

I can now state with some authority that Greyhound is not as much fun as Amtrak. The buses have no suspension. Not since the Key West passenger ferry have I received such a paint-shaker throttling. The smells were not unique, but they were distinct. The bus driver wore a face mask and occasionally attempted really bad jokes. At one point he pulled the bus over on the interstate because somebody was apparently talking on a "CB phone". I don't know either. Unfortunately, the guy behind me used the opportunity to strike up a conversation. Though he verbally speculated several times that he must be boring me to death, and though each time I let him know that he was correct, the guy just kept talking. On and on. He talked about cell phones and remote-control cars and radio frequencies and game consoles and emulators and VHS and Beta and laser disc and his stereo and TRS80s and movies and all of his twenty-three years of accumulated wisdom. He finished up by asking if anybody had ever told me that I looked like Bill Gates. "No, you are definitely the first."

The ride south to San Diego was nice (accept for the bus, of course). The green mountains with their many orchards are very scenic. Going north to Santa Ana I got a peek at the Pacific Ocean. I consider it a good trip when I can see both oceans and the Gulf.

From the Greyhound terminal in Santa Ana I could have taken a metro bus to the airport, but I had twelve hours to kill, so I walked. As the sun was setting in that hispanic community, I idly wondered if I'd get mugged. I didn't.

Now I will camp at the John Wayne airport. I'll be flying out in the morning.

Santa Ana

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