Maybe one of the best parts of coming home from the mountains--a quick stop at the Dew Drop Inn for some french fries (to replenish all of the salt we lost) and shakes (to replenish all the...fat we lost? Yeah.). Yum yum.
p.s. Gesso now stays in the car for these visits because he absolutely cannot STAND the wiggly guy on the roof. Bark bark bark. Although admittedly, I kind of feel like barking at him too.