Next to Dr. Pepper, homemade pickles can make any road trip,
going anywhere, the best road trip you’ve ever been on. Thanks to Chris, The
Pickle Man, we were set for our travels to Ohio with a jar of his secret-recipe
pickles tucked away in the backseat. They made it all the way to the border
before they started calling our name. And by golly Chris, they were the best of
your Pickle Wednesday pickles yet.
Although saying goodbye to a state is always hard we look
forward to the gorgeous views of the sky we’ve been blessed with every time we
hop back onto the road.
God Bless America.
Picnic lunch by the Pulley Tower in Oxford.
This picture is for our Dad, a beekeeper himself. This historic home in Oxford was the dwelling place of Lorenzo Langstroth, the "Father of American Beekeeping".
Coffee at Kofenya
Café.
"BREAKFAST! (Eggs. Toast. Oatmeal. Etc)"
The beautiful church of Saint Mary’s of Oxford where we celebrated Mass that evening.
"So that I can do whatever I have scheduled or what needs to be done."
"Because if I stay in bed my back hurts."
"Because I can't sleep any longer".
Love,
The Crew
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