I have a best friend.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
We rose bright and early the next morning to tackle a full day.
We swung into town for breakfast at The Moose Cafe, clearly a spot for locals - we stuck out like sore thumbs. We weren't as early as hoped, and had to beg and bribe our waitress into giving us the breakfast menu rather than lunch. She caved.
We were rewarded for our efforts with barrels of biscuits and greasy, fried meals.