Almost every Wednesday morning since June, some of the bus drivers and friends have gathered for breakfast at 9:15 at various restaurants.
This week was the Bonfire, which is 1.5 miles up the road.
The Bonfire has always had this Western/rustic decor. I never had thought much about it until I moved back to the area and it gave me pangs of homesickness for the Southwest.
Just a few of the brekkers this morning at the table included Bill, Bob, Janie and Barb.
DH said the pictures weren't any good because he wasn't in them. Then said that he was already on the blog too much, so didn't need to be in this post!