On the Road to Falcon Ridge.

G and I stopped and had some breakfast. At Roy Rogers.

Yes. Roy Rogers. On the New York State Thruway.

Sourdough Ham Egg & Cheese.

Innards....


GREASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSY. But really good, actually. And the home fries? THE CAME IN A HOLSTER!!!

Tee hee. Too fun. And gross. And lovely. And delicious. And greasy.