Freemons is right smack in the middle of nowhere. It’s one of these little places that has been lost in time.
But what it lacks in ‘ambiance’ it makes up for with a huge, juicy, onion grilled, hamburger…that makes the ensuing need for open heart surgery ‘ very possibly’ worth while!
We ate outside on a picnic bench, tucked under the porch roof, and waited for the lightning storm that had been threatening all afternoon to reach us.
It did! Bolts of forked lightning crashed down on the peaks all around us. A very dramatic dinner show…
With wide eyes and a VERY serious tone of voice this little girl is warning her sister of the need for ‘NO WHINING!” (I guess rudeness is okay…grin)