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This year we realized my dream of going to the Mt. Olive Pickle Festival<\/a>. I have been a lifelong fan of Mt. Olive products<\/a>, and I was excited when we moved so close because my mom used to have to mail jars of their pickles to me when I lived in Texas. Anyway, I was totally excited that they have a Pickle Festival every year and this year we finally made it. <\/p>\n

Mom came, and she was such a great help with Henry. We didn’t have our timing exacly figured out, but things went pretty smoothly considering how far we pushed off Henry’s lunch and naptime. It also turned out to be quite hot, in the 90s, so we’re lucky we didn’t melt. <\/p>\n

I was a little disappointed about the lack of pickle-ness about the festival. It was your traditional kind of fair, with tons of fair food, a few different stages with bands, carnival rides, a petting zoo and innumberable vendor stands, mostly community stores and services. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, perhaps pickle derbies, or other pickle activities. They did give out free pickles (dill spears and bread-n-butter spears) and they had a booth of Mt. Olive merchandise, too, at which I scored a cool t-shirt and Mom got Henry a bib. I found out later that I had I missed the coolest thing, which was pickle-packing. I can’t believe I missed it – it probably would have made my day! That being said, we did have a really good time walking through the car show and hanging out at the petting zoo. <\/p>\n

Here are my favorite shots from our day. (after the break)
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