It was a hazy, hot morning as we started our drive to the farm. We crossed the river into Ohio. The Cincinnati skyline is usually a very pretty sight, but it was obscured by the muggy haze this day.
Officially, this is called the "Clay Wade Bailey" bridge, but locals call it the "Big Mac" bridge. Can you guess why?
A little over an hour later, we arrive at the farm:
It's peaceful and quiet, and there's a swing...
...and there are kittens:
and a gentle giant of a dog.
The old blacksmith shop was built by my great-great-great-grandfather. The farm has been in my family since 1811, when it was granted to my ancestor by an act of Congress.
The man in the photo is the actual farmer. He and his son run the farm for us.
Our great-great-great-grandfathers used horses to farm; they made their own horseshoes here. Amazing!
That was our tour of the family farm. Next, we go on to lunch, then the annual meeting. In the car on the way to the meeting:
When I was her age, we didn't even have a/c in the car!
The "kid's table":
We meet for lunch at a great Dayton, Ohio market, Dorothy Lane Market. Wish we had it in Kentucky! It's our local version of Wegman"s. If you know what that is, you know why we wish we had one in Kentucky.
Ready for the meeting:
Finally, we were on our way back home. The hill in the background is Mt. Adams. It's a great, funky neighborhood with a Tony Award winning playhouse and lots of cool restaurants.
Back across the river, into Kentucky:
This bridge is called the "Purple People" bridge. It's a pedestrian-only bridge. A few years ago, you could climb across the top but they didn't make enough money so they discontinued it. Now there is talk of putting a restaurant on the bridge.
There was lots of traffic, because of a concert later that night:
I left my house at 7:45 in the morning and got home at 7:00 that evening. It was a long, hot day!