DAY 16: PALM BEACH...WHAAAAAAAAT??????
No, that's not a typo and there's not a Palm Beach, Georgia (that we are aware of at least). After receiving the full report on Ocean Park's repair, it turns out that the Hinckley folks will need the boat a bit longer than we anticipated. So, considering that Palm Beach is only a little over hours south and much less oppressive, heat-wise (yes, really) the crew opted to pack up and ship out, figuratively speaking.
After an easy and uneventful ride on 95 we were able to enjoy the latter part of the afternoon and evening in Palm Beach: beach walk for the salty dog crew, quick pool dip for captain & mate and an early dinner at the local neighborhood haunt, Testa's. At Testa's, where a nattily dressed 90 year old couple were having dinner, it turns out that the wife is the granddaughter of a former U.S. President-only in Palm Beach!
