Lino Cappelli Overland.

By Lino Cappelli Waking up stiffer than the previous morning still, we really were wishing we were already home. Although we were grateful to be dry, I promised my dad the measly inch-thick inflatable sleeping pads and mummy-style sleeping bags would be replaced by the densest, thickest, comfiest camping mattresses possible for our next outing.…

By Lino Cappelli From Richloam we drove north briefly on asphalted roads to reach the southern entrance of the next forest: Croom. This section is the halfway mark of the Florida Adventure Trail, not that it matters- we started at a random point and will end on one too. That’s part of the beauty of…

By Lino Cappelli Our pads, pillows, and bags were meant for backpacking, and I was confident they would be fine for our trip. One of the lessons of the trip was that there is such a thing as packing too light. A light bag might make a happy hiker, but it makes for a sad,…

By Lino Cappelli The next day, we took our time making breakfast before leisurely heading down to Hopkins Prairie, hoping to avoid the frequent guests of this popular campsite. If you are not familiar with rainbow people, the easiest way to describe them is, in a word, hippies. I have not had any run-ins with…

By Lino Cappelli. It’s Sunday morning and I am anxious, we are running late. People are waiting. We have four days of dirt roads, trails, campsites, and new cultures to take in. Yet somehow, I did it again- stayed up late preparing, overslept, and got a late start.  Google Maps freezing as we get closer…