I call it Hwy 27 for a couple of reasons. First, to avoid confusion with all the '4' roads. The other is because it brings back memories. Growing up on the west coast of Florida in the 1960's we would travel twice a year to visit relatives in Miami and Ft. Lauderdale. This was way before Alligator Alley or I-75 was built.
US 27 was the highway we took to Miami. As we would get closer to the Everglades and Lake Okeechobee, it was like we were entering a different country. Then we would always stop in this little restaurant in Clewiston to eat. It was always packed and the ceiling was covered with antique rifles hung up by turkey claws or some weird type rifle hanger.
