As we drove south of West Palm, we started noticing signs indicating Tri-Rail stations. I hadn’t heard of Tri-Rail, but it piqued my interest. We needed something to do before the air show the next morning, and maybe a train ride would fit the bill.
We exited the highway and drove through Boca Raton while heading toward the beach. I was blown away by what I saw. The condos along the beach were stunning. The landscaping was gorgeous, everything was just perfect. As we drove, the GPS clicked off the miles remaining. Before long, we were less than a mile away from our hotel, and we were still in a beautiful setting. And then we entered Deerfield Beach. Everything changed in an instant. It wasn’t bad or ugly, just different, like we had entered a different time. The buildings suddenly got older, and even the road changed from freshly paved to old and gray pavement. We drove through a little shopping and restaurant area, then arrived at our motel.
Susan checked us in, then we went out to find something to eat. One of the places that Susan had read a few reviews about, including one bad one, was out of business. I guess that one reviewer was right! We found an Italian place with sidewalk seating and ordered a pizza and salad.
Back in the room, Andrew entertained himself with the air conditioner and the computer. We recently discovered a fun game called Skyrama and he stayed busy directing planes all over the world.
Saturday morning, we woke to the sound of rain beating against our fourth floor window. We looked outside and didn’t like what we saw. The prospects for an air show were not looking too good.
After our fantastic free breakfast at the motel, we packed up and went out to find something to do before the 12:00 air show. We decided to check out Tri-Rail. We grabbed some cash and stopped at the Deerfield Beach train station. We laughed as we drove through the parking lot, looking for a spot that was NOT under water. After I figured out the ticket machine, I met an employee who was full of facts and tips about Florida rail travel. Before long, our train arrived.
With the time available, we decided to ride south to Miami, then return north to our car. On the ride south, we saw highway signs that said that the Lauderdale Air Show was canceled - big surprise. At the Miami stop, we had to get off in the rain just to get back on. On the trip north, as we approached our stop, Andrew started getting upset about getting off the train. Although we expected this, it was still aggravating having to struggle to get him off the train.
Our next goal was to find something to eat. I wasn’t ready to drive home yet, so we decided to try to find a local diner rather than the standard fast food places. We ended up driving through Boca Raton again, then north up A1A. Susan found a great review for a sandwich shop near the beach. We noted the address, but when the street came and went, we didn’t see the place. I turned around and found it, but it looked closed. We went in and I mentioned that it looked closed. The owner told me the line is normally out the door at that time of day, but the weather was keeping the surfers away.
We got our sandwiches and headed north to Boynton Inlet Park. We found a covered seating area overlooking the river and enjoyed lunch. Afterward, Andrew played in the sand for a while, then we walked around to the inlet side, under the bridge, and out onto the south pier. Andrew loved watching the waves pound into the walls of the inlet. I noticed that the waves on the north side were much larger, so we crossed the bridge and walked out onto the north pier. The waves were indeed pretty awesome. We must have stayed there an hour. Part of that time, we spent up against the wall, trying to avoid the worst of a short downpour that quickly came and went.
So the air show was a wash, but the weekend getaway turned out to be pretty fun.