Harold Williams Cooney

Saturday, December 20th, 2025. Spring Hammock Tentsite. Tented on tree litter covered sand close to the picnic table. Off m377.6 of the Florida Trail. Mid 50s and calm. Woke naturally at about 5am. 28.718812,-81.306173

It was only about 5 miles until the bike path ended into city roads. There is a Circle K. I get two doughnuts and a coffee. I make a large deposit in their bathroom.

When I reach Target, I go inside for a coffee at Starbucks. I sit and try to find the least expensive ride south to REI. It ends up costing me $23, and I’m not thrilled about it. But, I push the buttons and quickly I’m magically there. The store is packed. I do the things. New shoes and a new stuff sack for my sleeping bag.

I take an Uber back north to the hotel, and I hope they will let me check in. It was only like 11 am. They do. I go to the room and lay down.

I discovered that the stuff sack is definitely not what I want, frustrated that I didn’t pay attention enough to discover this in the store. I will have to return tomorrow. Ridiculous. Waste of money because not paying attention. 

I wake for Pho and a grocery run. Sit in my room and doom scroll and eat until late.

So lucky. A great day. Very thankful. Tired. Emotional. Getting into resting position early in the day is the way to zero. Thrilled.

Milage:

Start at 377.6, get off at 383.4, so about 6. Easy. So lucky.