Heinz

What I really wanted to do was get myself downwind of the Heinz pickle factory. Teresa and John were nowhere to be seen. Eventually we achieved the overwhelming scent of pickling that we sought and it WAS good. It didn't last long though. But it WAS good. Unfortunately (or not), despite the olfactory brilliance (of the factory) the pickle factory did not present a good photo opportunity.

We were out on our own today looking for miles. We came to this spot which will confirm for most what we already know. Yes, indeed, we were 5.7 miles into the ride.

What?

You thought there was something else?

Venturing outside of my usual area of expertise I note that there was a vacant Tennis Court over there near the lake.

After we got past the pickle factory we were not exactly lost although we were in unfamiliar territory. The streets over there are numbered though and I knew that 16th was a key one, so after a bit of wandering on 24th and 26th, with a shunt down Washington, we eventually came to this bike rack, a good place to pause.

We noticed not a single other thing about our surroundings.

Honest.

Tonight's sunset was bland but at least it featured an interference with the image.

Back to the Borgias.