past the falling apart bridge, built on an island, that walkers can't get to to cross
past the remnants of an ancient dam, useful back when the river was used to float timber down (the lumberjack history thrills you)
just under the whispering big trees with the crooked arms that call out for you to climb
is a little lake. Someday, when you're older, your Mom will probably let you take the boat out in it. She's said so.
But right now? You love the bridge. Love the giant dark timbers that support it, love how it's big enough for your bike and decrepit enough that you can see the wood strips under the asphalt along the fraying edges.
You're sure there are giant fish swimming silently under the dark waters, waiting for you to learn to hold a pole, fish with teeth, and you use that knowledge to scare your sister.
And it's the best (the best!) place to show off how well you throw rocks.
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you live in such a picturesque place.
Great post. Living in a big city I miss places like that. I actually got a whole bunch of nature videos from the library so I could pretend I was there. So sad.
You make it sound so exciting. I wish again to apply to be your kid.
My sister would tell me stories like that too. Only it was a different creek, bridge, and rock wall.
The world is so wonderful when you're just starting out! Those are some great pics--what a lot he has to look forward to....If the fish with teeth don't scare Rosie enough he could read her Shel Silverstein's poem "For Sale."But she's too sweet---he'd never actually sell her---would he?
bridges are great. I could stand for hours on a bridge - just to watch the water flowing past.
Looks like I have another kindred spirit in your house.
And this is why I come HERE - to your place!
water and old stone structures - I love it!
What a lovely post!! You live in a beautiful place!
Lovely pictures, lovely post.
So soothing!
Lovely . . . wish L were still at that age. It's all so exciting.
Love, love, LOVE those pictures!
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