Route Description
State Road 882 begins in Wellington at the intersection of U.S. Route 441/State Road 7 at the northeast corner of the Mall at Wellington Green, with SR 882 taking Forest Hill Boulevard east through mostly residential areas for the first section of the road. East of Palm Beach Central High School, the road crosses over Florida's Turnpike without an interchange, and enters Okeeheelee Park in Greenacres. After leaving the park, the road serves as the feeder road for several gated communities, and becomes a mix of commercial and residential areas as it intersects Jog Road and SR 809 (Military Trail) before leaving Greenacres and entering Palm Springs. Continuing east, SR 882 intersects SR 807 (Congress Avenue). After this interchange, the road enters West Palm Beach, with Forest Hill Boulevard jogging slightly north as it heads towards the interchange with Interstate 95, with the road becoming almost purely residential following the interchange. The road then intersects US 1/SR 805, and terminates three blocks to the east of US 1 at SR 5 (formerly northbound US 1).
Forest Hill Boulevard extends beyond the termini of SR 882 in both directions. To the west, it curves northward as it crosses Wellington, ending at an intersection with US 441-98-SR 80 at the Royal Palm Beach city limits. To the east of SR 5, Forest Hill Boulevard extends to Flagler Drive at the edge of Lake Worth.
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