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Day 54 Port Salerno, FL to Boca Raton 64 miles 932 feet

Today was Halloween so our guides, Cindy and Joe, donned some scary costumes before breakfast. They offered a bounty of costume choices for us but we all respectfully declined.

The trip out of Port Salerno quickly placed on a short greenway through the Gomez Nature Preserve.

From there we would ride city streets with the exception of about a mile of pedestrian paths through the Jupiter Island Marina.

We mostly hugged the coast except for a jog over to West Palm Beach where we road along Lake Worth right past the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial.

In the distance, on the opposite side of Lake Worth, you could just make out some of the large resorts on Palm Beach.

We crossed Lake Worth a final time and rode down Ocean Blvd, A1A, all the way to Boca Raton. The ride through Palm Beach could best be described as a hedge tour, as most of the magnificent 50-100 million dollar homes were hidden behind 30 foot hedges, and more importantly, owned by hedge fund managers. I stopped in front of Mar-a-Lago but Donald did not invite me in for Mimosas, I guess I should have zipped up my jersey.

Just south of Boynton Beach, I stopped at Briny Breezes, a town made up entirely of just under 500 mobile homes. The town has it’s own Post Office, Town Hall, marina, and beaches. Like Paradise Cove in Malibu, CA, the mobile homes in Briny Breezes start at over a million dollars.

A couple of miles farther south I entered Delray Beach, a town that I have watched change over the last 15 years since my folks moved down here from Connecticut when my dad grew tired of shoveling snow. Delray Beach was fairly rundown and sparsely populated back then. Now it has Manhattan quality restaurants and multi-million dollar waterfront homes. Boca Raton, just a few miles father south was named when a Spanish sailing vessel attempting to flea a storm in the Atlantic Ocean, sought refuge in an inlet to the Intercoastal Waterway. The captain said the journey through the jagged rocks reminded him of the mouth of a rat, and the name stuck.

Addison Mizner, who developed many of the finest homes in Palm Beach, set his eyes on Boca Raton in 1925. Mizner had a grand plan to make Boca Raton the foremost resort city on the North American continent, a new exclusive social capital in America. He raised 5 million dollars, mostly from politically influential investors, and began buying land and erecting architecturally spectacular buildings. Most of his buildings remain but his development company went bankrupt in 1927 as the 1920’s Florida Land Boom came to an end and the 1926 Miami Hurricane devastated the region.

I headed over to Palmetto to grab a quick lunch and discovered Mystic Lobster Roll, 771 E Palmetto Park Rd, Boca Raton. Their lobster roll was the best I have eaten since Maine and every bit as good as the one I had a Reds in Maine, just not as large.

I met my parents for dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant in Boca, Arturo’s Resteraunt, 6750 N Federal Hwy, Boca Raton. There was so many amazing choices it was tough to decide but I ultimately went with the fresh octopus carpaccio, vongole and linguine in white wine sauce, and a perfectly grilled veal chop. I skipped desert and went instead with a nice glass of Amarone, the first glass of wine I have had since Molly left several weeks ago.

It was great to see my folks and it was their fist dinner sitting in a restaurant since Covid. A pleasant piano player made the evening for them.

Fourteen states down, 1 more to go.

The Cumulative Totals

Miles 2,886

Feet Climbed 87,596

States Visited Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida

For more details on my route, see my Strava Link

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