the bridge is one of our favorite spots to stop when we're out for a bike ride.
we like to ride along the dirt path, past the foxgloves and daisys and through the trees, to the bridge.
in the summertime, we can always count on meeting a few fishermen and rafters there.
one of my favorite sounds is of a rushing river. i dream that one day we have a little home near the water. with a wrap-around porch where we can sit with our morning coffee, listening.