Sandwiched between the rusty Port of Palm Beach and the beachfront homes of the ultra-rich, camping on Peanut Island is a surreal experience and anything but quiet.
I would have been tempted to go to Syracuse to witness the giant design competition that the Society for News Design is hosting this weekend. Some of the top design minds from around the globe have been invited to judge the contest this year. I like talking with sharp, talented people but I have never felt the desire to gather in this frozen hinterland. I had someplace warmer in mind for my winter retreat. A place like Peanut Island.
The island’s turquoise waters and many pelicans are as inviting and as beautiful as the newly renovated campsite and lagoon. The reclaimed island is a model of conservation and lies in the middle of the Intracoastal Waterway - only a few hundred meters from shore.
I pitched up my tent there and spend a cold and windy night and was easily outnumbered by on the island by Palm Beach County Parks staffers who had decided to prune the isle’s palm trees with noisy chain saws. At least they waited until 7:30 before separating the coconuts from the trees in my area of the park.
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