As for the burger…it was VERY good, even better than our last visit. Definitely worth the 23-mile drive. And the hand-cut fries were perfect.
Saw this cute little pronghorn in the field between the Rocking K and the Quilting Hen. He (she?) seemed quite content, didn’t mind us taking his picture.
And at The Quilting Hen, while K was inside selecting fabric, I played outside with the three “house dogs” – Marley, Baxter, and Cooper. Forgot to take a picture, but such good pups!
And inside The Quilting Hen, there’s this hint of the crazy, wacky world of quilting: