The next day we made our way to the main event of our visit but on the way we noted this car decal which described what I would be missing by missing the poker game.
The main event was, of course, a visit to Cracker Barrel
where we made our way in
and admired the rocking chairs
before progressing through the gift shop
and settling with menus
which kept Ben and Dick busy
as we studied even further menus
and the drinks including Stewart's Root Beer
and tomato juice arrived
with even further options presented
as Fran and Suzanne posed
and so did I
but Ben was consumed by this vicious game of solitaire
as we noted their 40th anniversary
and coffee was served
along with the main courses
including this cute little bottle of maple syrup.
After getting this collection sign in the men's room
we were ready for an excursion to Clearwater Beach
where we were prepared to follow the rules
as Suzanne made her way
and Ben, Suzanne and Fran settled in
before the first walk ended and Dick and Fran posed for the beach scene together
and separately
and Fran and Suzanne went for a walk and returned
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and the reading continued
before Fran posed
and then Ben and Fran posed
and then Dick and Fran posed before we began the trek back to Tampa.
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Back at the complex, we recorded the spa though repairs were necessary before we could use it
and then went to observe the sunset
complete with refreshments
although what emerged was a less than ideal sunset.
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After a spa visit, I captured Ben's shoe
en route to a group shoe picture
and then a few pictures of the whole group
before we headed off to the Columbia Restaurant where we were greeted by Cesar Gonzmart and his fiddle
before we could be seated for some sangria
and a toast by Fran
though Dick
Suzanne
Ben
and I seemed to not be toasting
until I recovered and toasted
and marked the service
and bread
as salad arrived
followed by main courses.
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As dinner wound down, the Flamenco dancers appeared to amuse us
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though we were also amused by Ben's spoon photos.
After a few more photos outside, on the route where TR and his Rough Riders passed to Cuba, we called it a night.
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