The nicest part of the Florida Trail is a live bombing range. The swamps have bog bridges, so you don‘t have to slog through alligator and snake infested waters and it was one of the few sections I felt safe in; most of the Florida Trail is plagued with armed rednecks that come out at night and roam the woods with spot lights and dogs.
To go through it, you first need to hitch hike or get a trail angel to take you to a place where you see a video on the dangers of walking through a live bombing range.
The video starts with a happy little girl skipping through the woods and then cuts to film of fighter jets dropping bombs and the narrator boasting the merits of multi-use land. I may be wrong, but Florida seems like the only place in the world that would think of combining a park and a bombing range.
Then, in the video you see a hiker surprised to find what looks to be a cruise missile. 
She then takes some flagging tape out of her backpack and begins roping it off. She flags down a ranger, or what ever you call the person that patrols a bombing range/recreational park and reports the armament to him. I never saw one of those guys; I never saw anyone. And as prepared as I thought I was for any event, I had never thought of bringing flagging ribbon in the advent of finding live armament in my path.
You are not to leave the trail, and you are to camp at designated camp sites only, but the trail was so enjoyable to hike, that I kept hiking and would just camp anywhere I was at dusk . Afterwards I thought this rule was probably because there could be bombs in the bushes.
Two days after I walked out of the bombing range they tested the “Mother of all Bombs� there and people in Alabama said they felt it.
and 200 dollars in food. There is gas for my generator and propane for my stove. In my cabin is another 60 gallons of water and outside is 3 cords of fire wood. Coming in the mail is a 
for my led headlamp. I have a Netflix subscription, internet access, and books by mail from my local library. There: I am ready. Winter can come now.
I don’t have a well so I fetch my water in a bunch of one gallon bottles. There is a spring about ¼ mile away but, in the summer I worry about the cows polluting it so I pay the town 10 dollars for 500 gallons and fill up at the community spigot. In the winter, I put 4 jugs in my backpack when I head out for my walk, and fill them up at the spring. I also have a 55 gallon drum in my loft that feeds to the sink below it. I fill it up using a funnel and the one gallon jugs. Mostly, I just use the water straight out of the jugs and save the water in the barrel for when I need running water, like to rinse my dishes. This system combined with 8 gallons of hot water on my wood stove is a comfortable system.
Sometimes when I’m sitting in my cabin, my mind turns to having a pet: a dog or a cat. I forget how much work and money a pet takes. I forget that a pet will tie me down. That I can forget about hiking or travel. And sometimes, when I’m snug in my cabin, I think why do I need to go anywhere? I could just stay here, build my cob house, plant a garden and have a pet. Sounds nice. But I know the need to roam will rear up in me after awhile and I will be antsy for adventure.
The first snow of the winter is here. My wood is covered with tarps. It looks a little shabby, but it works. Some day I hope to build a wood shed. The weird thing is, I always seem to know when I should tarp my wood even without a weather forcast. I just get up one day, go out and throw tarps over everything. Then I think, “it must be going to get wet, Pat’s tarpping her wood.”
er this week.  I’m not ready for winter.
There was a cabin in the north. In the cabin lived an old woman. She did not like to cut firewood. Instead of cutting her fire wood she watched Netflix movies and looked around the Internet. Winter came. It was bitterly cold. The woman ran out of wood. After suffering for a long time she froze to death. She didn’t realize she was dead. She just kept doing her chores and activities, day after day. Till one day someone entered her cabin, worried that they hadn’t heard from her in awhile, and was shocked to find her dead on her bed. They screamed. She looked down and for the first time noticed her dead body on the bed.
My winter hot water system is the pot from the 8 gallon turkey fryer that I bought at Costco, for 99.00 dollars. It comes with a large colander. When there is snow I fill the colander with snow and drop it in to the partially filled pot and it instantly melts. It also stores heat from the stove. Whenever I need hot water, I dip it out with a small pan hanging nearby. The only drawback is it takes up most of the room on my stove. There is just enough room left to squeeze my backpacking pot in.