Highway 19 horror
PALM HARBOR, Fl. – I was born and raised in Florida, so when I drive down the horror that is Highway 19 these days, starting well north of Tarpon Springs, I can only shake my head and mutter at what it’s turned into. Tatoo joints, strip malls, bumper-to-bumper traffic.
That’s why I was pleasantly shocked when I turned into the Westin Innisbrook resort, right off 19. I’ve only played one course here so far, the Island, but there are pockets of swamp that looked like the Florida I grew up in as a kid – moss-draped Cypress trees, bald eagles, the whole bit. Look soon for the impeccable prose in the full review, coming soon.
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