It's 7:30 am Sunday morning and Kitty says, "I would like to eat at Crackerbarrel". It's 7:35 am and Kitty says, "I would like to eat at Crackerbarrel". It's 7:40 am and Kitty says, "I would like to eat at Crackerbarrel". This goes on several more times and I finally I have a brilliant idea and say, "Would you like to eat at Crackerbarrel?" And she says "Duh!"
By this time it's too late for breakfast because the nearest Crackerbarrel is in Fort Pierce, Florida 45 minutes from Okeechobee. So, we decided to go there for lunch instead of breakfast and invited Barry and Susan to join us. Our plan was to eat lunch, then head to the beach. Since it was windy day with temperatures in the low seventies, we knew it wouldn't be a great day at the beach, but we didn't let that stop us.
We arrive to a very full parking lot at Crackerbarrel around 1 pm. But, we only had to wait about ten minutes to get seated. Since we all knew what we wanted to order, the waitress took our drink orders and lunch orders at the same time. While we waited for our food, we had a casual conversation having to talk loud enough to be heard over the noise in the packed restaurant.
But, once the food arrived, all of our conversations stopped and we got down to business. We all ate like we hadn't eaten in weeks. The waitress came back in a couple minutes to check on us and our plates were already cleaned! They must have put something in the food that made our clothes shrink. I think we popped a few buttons as we left.
It's a short drive east to US 1, and then to A1A. We crossed the Indian River in Fort Pierce and stopped at South Causeway Island Park. This park has a sandy beach along the Indian River about a quarter of a mile before the river empties into the Atlantic Ocean.
Here's a few shots of the beach at South Causeway Island Park..
We stayed here about a half hour, then headed south on high A1A along the Atlantic coast. We stopped at another public beach, but didn't stay long. Red flags were flying warning swimmers of the dangers in the high surf. So, we continued south on A1A all the way to Stuart, Florida enjoying the occasional views of the ocean on one side and the Intercoastal on the other side.
Someone mentioned ice cream. Then Barry said, "I'm buying!", and the car we into automatic pilot!. Our car has been trained since it was a baby compact, that when someone says ice cream, it automatically flips on the GPS and steers itself to the nearest ice cream parlor! Sure enough, we found ourselves in downtown Stuart at an ice cream parlor.
Well, the ice cream was great, the beach was nice, lunch was great, and we always enjoy being with good friends. It's yet another happy day in the Simmons Saga!
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