I got a somewhat late start the next
morning (3-3) as I was up late finishing and sending the Journal home. It didn’t really matter, though, as I didn’t
have that far to go today.
I’ve been thinking lately that
my beard seems out of place here in south Florida. I
mean it’s a winter thing to do, and it just doesn’t seem like winter here
despite what the calendar says. Maybe it’ll
be okay when I get to Maine. In May, it’s
still going to be winter up there.
I spent most of the day riding
through opulent sections of Palm Beach County—lots of country clubs, strip malls
(each with a gallery and a travel store) and especially walled in communities of big
condos, each having a cute little guardhouse to keep the riff-raff (bearded guys) out. I saw one condo building under construction that
had prices “starting at $445,000.” I
think I’ll move right in when I’m done riding.
I spent the night at Jonathan
Dickinson State Park near Hobe Sound. After
setting up camp, I rode back to Jupiter to get something to eat. As I came back into the campground I saw a sign
at the far end of the parking lot that I wanted to read, so I headed that direction. About halfway across, I spotted Barry Dobson
getting into his RV and hollered at him. He
and Marilyn had just arrived from Florida City, after having spent about three days in the
Keys. I joined them later for dessert and
discussion of our respective visits to the Keys. Of
significance, Cat Man is still there, but has become such a hit that he has moved his act
down the wharf to a spot in front of the Hilton Hotel.
Barry and Marilyn have become one more set of good friends - we will stay in
touch.
(Great
Adventures to Scenic Places)
