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It's sad to leave our buds in Indianapolis, but we had to start making our way West. We left Noblesville around 9am after making a quick trip to the grocery store [side note, I have started a great collection of grocery discount cards, today I got one at Kroegers :-) ]. The weather was calling for some strong storms just north of our route so we were fortunate they weren't going to get in our way. We headed west out Route 70 through St. Louis so we could see the St. ...
... As we were leaving the lines were looong. The Arch is beautiful. We took the ride to the top which was a harrowing experience in my mind. Literally, you climb through a door the size of an Ooompa Looompa into a glowing pod. Didn't you always wonder where they Oooompas went? In these pods that just fit 5 people (+5 lap children if you dare) with headroom for an Ooompa Looompa. It is so bizarre. You take a (nerve wracking- for ...
... by the waterfront are mostly cobblestone, not the smooth, even cobblestones of a modern restored street. No, the frost heaves have taken their toll on these cobblestones over the years, and they are up and down, uneven, potholed and generally a mess. I did manage to keep the bike upright. After circling around the cobblestone block a couple of times, we finally found the line for a parking lot, but when we got ...
... Citrus Express."
A special thanks to John and Sharon Gibbs, Kurt and Jenny Buchholtz, Greg and Yvette Seltz, Harold Melzer, Kurt and Jodi Klauss, and Tim and Debby Kinne and the entire LHM pilgrimage family.
I pray God continues to hold you in His Hand, bless you and that we may someday meet on another pilgrimage.
Please continue to keep Rich and Carol in your prayers
... decided not to care. I was too tired to concern myself with the stranger.
After escaping the staring stranger, boarding my flight, and spending two additional hours on a plane, it had finally happened. I was in Italy. My luggage, however, was not.
For I, the Lord your God, hold you right hand; it is I who say to you, "Fear not, I am the one who helps ...