Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

I think it’s my adventure, my trip, my journey, and I guess my attitude is, let the chips fall where they may.

Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it.

Into Palm Beach area–the city developed by Henry Flagler–Shell Oil Tycoon, Rockafella partner, Railroad magnate the major developer of Florida’s East Coast. 

There goes a Midnight Sun Bus–a few miles south for the real thing I’m thinkin’.

Flagler built the town of Palm Beach (Also West Palm which was for the servants and other menials who weren’t of the same social/or financial class as those in the real Palm Beach.  He built two impressive hotels too, as he had become disillusioned with St. Augustine and developed this sea side town as his new winter residence and with him came the rest of the rich and famous.  And they haven’t left since.

He built the Breakers, once in wood, which burned and later the impressive ocean side hotel that still stands and welcomes guests to this day, though the race track and multiple other entertainment and activity sites on its grounds disappeared with the rich of Flagler’s day that never knew an income tax.

He also built Whitehall, his own beautiful home, luscious mansion, which along with his private railroad car are open to the public for a nominal fee.

And thought Flagler has passed forever from the Florida scene the wealthy who know income tax, remain here including the Kennedys, remain at Palm Beach–their huge estates blocking a view of the ocean from lesser mortals.

West Palm Beach is where the common folks live and there are ghetto-like areas north of the town that area best avoided when the midnight sun fails to appear.

An SUV dragging a boat from Idaho.  More consumption—folks if you’re not moving here it would probably have been cheaper to rent.  What with the current cost of gas.

The toll both with coconut palms.  To me coconut palms are what

palm trees should look like, everything else is just cheap imitation!!!  What a lot of people don’t realize is that these trees can’t take weather much below 50 degrees, which makes them only viable (unless you have them in a very sheltered area) in the more southern reaches of the state and I miss them in Central Florida–such sensual fronds draping itself around a slender  graceful trunk that can be found in all sort of fantastic formations.  These were growing straight and true up to the toll booth in rows as straight as soldiers in regimented rows.