Time to move on. I was a little sad as we left the Keys behind, because as much as I'd hoped to enjoy it there, everything had been a bit disappointing. Particularly having to come to terms with being too old to scuba anymore. I had to admit, I was realizing that I was the problem, not Florida. The Keys would be a spectacular place to be for someone more into above-the-water activities. Ah well. On to the next thing.

Since we'd skipped the Everglades detour, our next destination was the Palm Beach Motorcoach Resort. Located only three miles off busy I-95, this place was surrounded by acres of "natural areas"; in other words, absolutely nothing was built up nearby. We almost missed the turn, it is so secluded.

I have to say, this was probably our second-best parking place ever, second only to its close cousin the Las Vegas Motorcoach resort. This place had 100 privately-owned sites, many with spectacular improvements like outdoor BBQs and cabanas. Our site was undeveloped except for pavers instead of concrete, but still terrific with its wide pad facing the interior lagoon.

Our hosts had told us about a hiking trail nearby, so after we got situated we checked it out before it got dark. It was actually an unpaved road surrounding the back of the resort, and possibly both sides (but we didn't explore that far). The vegetation was untamed, and I spotted a deer watching us from the thicket. After we returned to Behemoth, we were visited by a bunny who continued to show up almost every day.