I have fond memories of this bridge. As a little girl I pretty much lived in this creek. I have an affinity for turning rocks over. I don't know why but I have always liked to see what is underneath. I spent countless hours turning rocks over and catching frogs, tadpoles and snails here. This bridge was built by my Dad and Uncle so we could get to Grandma and Grandpa's house with out having to walk around the creek. So every Christmas we sing over the river and through he woods to Grandmother's house we go. Yes, it is a stretch to call it a "river" and "woods" but its close. Wyatt and added our own special touch to the bridge last year.
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