Time in Florida is coming to an end. For the last weekend I finished up the last section of the Lehigh trail. At the end of the trail, for no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I'd gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. The weather was great for a 10 mile run. The view from the bridge overlooking the ocean was absolutely astounding.
Sunday, destination Cocoa, F. Burton Smith Park. I played a round with Ron, who coincidentally had a son named Robert. Ron is Catholic, involved in serving God/family/community, and overall a very amiable guy. That and he has played pro disc golf in the past, so to say the least he was good. Also, we were able to talk and share a little bit about our beliefs.
Now for the drive home. I was hoping to come up with a creative way to state the following fact, but about all I can say is: I ran over a nail.
I will miss the tacos in Palm Coast. The next stop is North Carolina.
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