Pickle Jug Water Container
Salvation came from a bar. I was one water container short heading in to the sage brush country of Wyoming with my mules Brick and Cracker. Dale at the Miner’s Grubstake and Bar in Atlantic City gave me an empty one gallon pickle jar. With a twig and some twine, I turned it in to a makeshift water container.
It’s working fine. Even if if it makes my water taste like a martini. Elegant.
This pickle container thing seems to be a recurring theme in my life. There was the time Julia and I built the Pickle Raft back home in Carolina.