David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
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Texas 2003
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Bicycle Trip 2010
05/14  twitter.com/d16n
05/14  It's peanut butter jelly time
05/15  Military Ridge
05/16  twitter.com/d16n
05/17  Geologists fed me watermelon
05/18  Big Rocks
05/19  The sneaky hills
05/20  Go and Stop
05/21  Whole lot of bluffs
05/22  twitter.com/d16n
05/22  Smells like the North Woods
05/23  Stop and they'll get you
05/24  twitter.com/d16n
05/25  Solitude and Dragonflies
05/28  Big timber
05/29  Not too proud to push
05/30  Stupid four-wheeler driving losers
05/31  twitter.com/d16n
05/31  There be dragons here
06/02  Duluth
06/03  Cruisin' the coast
06/04  I am so biking through the North Woods in a cold rain!
06/05  International Wolf Center
06/06  Finally heading west
06/09  Home on the Iron Range
06/10  Rain and loons
06/11  West of the Mississippi...I think
06/12  No more forest
06/13  "Thank you for not wearing spandex"
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06/16  Flat
06/17  Ticks, rain and work
06/18  Wind
06/19  Deer and hawks
06/20  Perfectly centered
06/23  Peace and Turtles
06/24  Chugging along
06/25  twitter.com/d16n
06/25  Push up, roll down, repeat
06/26  Rain Delays
06/27  I must be getting "west"
06/30  twitter.com/d16n
07/02  twitter.com/d16n
07/03  Duct tape, hose clamp and a big iron bar
07/04  The Enchanted Highway
07/06  Something good comes of the rain
07/07  "Do not feed the prairie dogs"
07/08  Biking with bison
07/10  Yellowstone River Valley
07/11  A scarcity of roads
07/15  Tongue River Road
07/16  Reservations
07/17  A short unremarkable day
07/21  "I'm done when I'm done"
Nomadic 2010
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Wisconsin Bicycle Trip 2011
Bicycle Trip 2011
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Nomadic 2012
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Liverworks Productions
Texas Pig Hunting
Bicycle Trip 2014
Bicycle Trip 2015
Biking West 2015
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Not too proud to push


I was afraid I wouldn't sleep well what with all the bears and wolves and pine squirrels and stuff. Instead I didn't sleep well because the ground was hard and lumpy.

Google Maps lied to me. Yet again. I guess in its defense there probably was a bridge there at one point on Eade Road, northwest of Mellen. And there was that Dead End sign. Fortunately the river wasn't so deep that I could push my bike across it. Unfortunately what was left of the road was so steep I could barely push my bike up it, let along peddle.

I spent a lot of time today pushing my bike up steep gravel roads and also climbing stairs. Waterfalls are surrounded by lots of stairs, and a good chunk of my day was spent looking at waterfalls: Morgan Falls to Copper Falls to Potato Falls to Saxon Falls to Superior Falls (hello Michigan; goodbye Michigan). My route meandered severely.

I didn't have to pay an entry fee at Copper Falls State Park because "if you can bike here you don't have to pay."

At Saxon Falls I met an older lady named Joan. We ended up going down the wrong road. In our effort to find the waterfall she gamely followed me on foot along a series of catwalks straddling a giant water pipe. We finally found the falls, but Joan wasn't able to climb down and up the couple of ladders there in order to get a good view. I promised to email her pictured later.

I'm really in the sticks. Most roads are ATV routes. And people still chuck cassette tapes out their window rather than CDs.

There is a virtual infestation of four-wheelers up here. The drivers follow each other around on dust-choked forest roads. By the end of the day they are caked in dirt. It doesn't look like fun to me. Hi Kettle, I'm Pot.

I stopped at the only bar in Saxon Harbor to get some food. I was supposed to be reacting to a crisis at work, but my hoped-for cell signal was nonexistent, so I opted to ignore the issue temporarily. And I had been lusting after a cheeseburger since noon. I doubt if I'd be able to find another before tomorrow afternoon. After being ignored in the dining room for about ten minutes, the bartender finally asks me, "So, are you just relaxing?" I guess that's karma.

I am very tired. At one point today I swallowed a bug. In spite of precautions I am quite sunburned. I've been bitten by about every type of insect up here--well, except those ants building the six-foot wide mounds.

My first choice for a campsite didn't agree with me because of the mud, uneven ground and big fresh wolf tracks. Where I did set up my tent could easily be another wolf path, but at least I can't see the tracks.

Morgan Falls in the morning

the bridge was out

Copper Falls

Potato Falls

Saxon Falls

Superior Falls

wolf track

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