Redding was a very quaint, older, religious, country town. As we merged off the Hwy we saw a Starbucks and a sandwich place called Mr. Pickles. We decided to a drive through the town and noticed at the main intersection a young man holding a Mr.Pickles sign, headphones in just rocking out to his music and shaking his sign to the beat of his music. I had to smile and he smiled back with a hint of laughter. Needless to say we were sold on Mr. Pickles by his performance and its accessible parking made it an agreeable choice. The sandwiches were huge! It was like a Subway meets Quizno. Walking away after our lunch took effort as we were both so full. Sitting in a truck for extended period of time and eating big meals makes for a soft bum and jiggly belly, with sore back muscles. The beach at our new home is calling my name begging me to go for a run!
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