[1] We finally [2] returned to Post Apocalyptic Boca Raton [3] or, as Spring [4] calls it, Poca Boca. The day was beautiful, and we had the time. So like Douglas MacAuthor, we returned. Only it wasn't to the Philipines and it wasn't during a World War but I digress.
Poca Boca isn't all that big an area, being nestled just south of Spanish River Blvd and just east of FAU (Florida Atlantic University) [5]. We drove and parked the car along the abandoned road and strolled through the area for several hours.
The vegetation has gone wild and in one section (around 39^th St. and an abandonded section of 5^th Ave) the growth has almost overgrown the entire street. Along 39^th are the foundations for the model homes that were built in the late 60s and we were amused to find a couch still there in what may have been the living room.
As we were walking around Spring and I talked about various locations that a person could potentially squat and remain unseen from homes and streets along the edge of Poca Boca.
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