where i live is a sort of island that runs from clearwater beach to st. pete beach. it used to be that there were condos and large hotels on either end and rustic motels, private little beach shacks, and expanses of sand dunes in between. now it's an end to end block of minimum 5 story high condos. the public can only get to the beach every few miles by paying for parking and cramming in little sections near the entrance ways. it's disgusting. i often dream of the big hurricane that comes and flattens it all. if you drive from one end to the other, you're lucky if you even see the ocean. you could be driving in the middle of a city for all the landscape shows. :(

yep, enough to drive someone happily elf!