Kitchen Breakfast

The next morning I thought long and hard about stoking a fire and making another glorious and hard core egg sandwich, but between having to break down the tent and another damp morning, I decided it against it. Instead I closed out my camp site, gathered all my things and went on over to the G. family house. It was too early for M. to be out and about, but others were already awake. I took some of the farm eggs I brought with me from Pennsylvania and made myself a similar breakfast, only with a few slices of bacon and salsa.

Cheesy egg center.

Yup.