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

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.

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.

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.

As dinner wound down, the Flamenco dancers appeared to amuse us

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.