Route Description
The current State Road 867 is a 10-mile-long street paralleling the Caloosahatchee River between Fort Myers and Iona. The northern terminus is in Downtown Fort Myers at an intersection with US 41 (Cleveland Avenue). The road continues eastward as State Road 82 (Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard). Along the side of McGregor Boulevard, there are palm trees planted alongside the road. These palm trees are the reason Fort Myers is nicknamed "The City of Palms."
SR 867 then travels southward, away from Downtown Fort Myers, and intersects County Road 884 (Colonial Boulevard), which passes above on an overpass connecting to the Midpoint Memorial Bridge.
SR 867 then leaves Fort Myers city limits and enters McGregor, a Fort Myers suburb that makes up part of South Fort Myers. It then intersects with College Parkway and Cape Coral Bridge Road (CR 867A). Cape Coral Bridge Road travels west into Cape Coral via the Cape Coral Bridge, while College Parkway travels eastward into Fort Myers. The intersection with College Parkway and Cape Coral Bridge Road features a Single-Point Urban Interchange, with College Parkway/Cape Coral Bridge Road crossing above on an overpass.
SR 867 then intersects County Road 876 (Cypress Lake Drive) which travels east into Cypress Lake. SR 867 then turns southwest, leaves McGregor, and enters Iona, another Fort Myers suburb. SR 867's southern terminus is located within Iona at an intersection with San Carlos Boulevard (SR 865) and Gladiolus Drive (CR 865). McGregor Boulevard continues to the west as County Road 867 from this point.
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