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<\/a> correction IS<\/em> obnoxious.<\/a> \u00a0For five miles we biked through decadence with the rush hour<\/em>\u00a0traffic of this very elite neighborhood, counting maybe a handful of commuters. \u00a0On the bridge over the Lake Worth Lagoon, <\/a>the amount of workers\u00a0coming into<\/em> this area was bumper to bumper. \u00a0We pedaled along the west side of the Intercostal Waterway,<\/a> not without it’s share of nice homes.<\/a>\u00a0until our quiet course<\/a> was interrupted by construction, forcing us into downtown West Palm Beach.<\/a> \u00a0Would not have been our first choice of course, but it did give us the opportunity to see City Hall, <\/a>this is just the entranc<\/em>e.<\/p>\nBack on course, we enjoyed ample\u00a0bike lanes and beautiful parks Still shocked at the miles of waterfront parks and dune\u00a0protected\u00a0areas, It was another 15 miles and a rest in the shade Tired as we were, it was a gorgeous day for riding. \u00a0The very low humidity\u00a0and north breeze easily tempered the 90\u00b0 temps. \u00a0And when the wind did pick up with a few good gusts towards the end of our ride, it turned to our side, so gave us no further issue. \u00a0On our walk to dinner, we passed this antique sign. A\u00a0delicious <\/a> until crossing the Lagoon (again)<\/a> into the pretty town of Juno, which sits unusually high above the sea, and then Jupiter Island. Views of the sea <\/a>and oceanfront parks<\/a> were abundant. \u00a0After two hours of riding into the slight headwind, our legs were beginning to feel the stress. \u00a0An hour later, we crossed yet another bridge\u00a0to find a\u00a0bike shop<\/a>to replenish the three flats\/tubes we’d had; with shade and a bench, we stopped for lunch, leftover Stromboli. \u00a0Not sure if it was the 10 mph headwind or the multiple bridges<\/a> that were killing our legs, neither were bad, but the accumulation\u00a0of both was wearing us out. \u00a0However the views,<\/a> homes<\/a>with\u00a0their modest<\/em> beach cottages<\/a>and landscaping<\/a> continued to delight and amaze. \u00a0We could see very little of the homes on Jupiter Island, <\/a>nestled on acres of lush landscaping that stretched from sea to waterway.<\/a>It was as if we were biking through a tropical botanical garden.<\/a> \u00a0After 40 miles, we turned away from this surreal area, <\/a>but not without one last look at the beach,<\/a> note the color of the sand has darkened.<\/p>\n<\/a>that still offered access (and free parking) to the beach.<\/p>\n<\/a> before reaching our hotel and even at 2:00, no clean rooms. \u00a0But their poolside Tiki Bar was open, so we rested and refreshed <\/a>until we could check-in.<\/p>\n<\/a> \u00a0How many people remember when it looked like this?<\/p>\n<\/a>dinner <\/a>and then rest after our 55 mile day.<\/p>\n\n\t\t