Dreaming Up A Bridge

When we first moved here, a bridge across the creek was a fantasy, something that might happen someday if I somehow came into a lot of money. But this year, something changed. Actually, probably a lot of things changed, things inside of me as well as external things. But the proximate cause was my desire to clean up a pile of scrap lumber left over from my son Owen building his “fort” at the new house.

Owen’s fort at the new house. The roof is meant to …

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