The Meeting on the Bridge

After you read the previous post, come back to read this one. It will make more sense... As Our Eldest and I topped the "mountain", we beheld the spectacular view mentioned in the previous post. We just knew that Mom would appreciate the site, so after a few minutes of soaking in the view, we started to head back down. Oops, too steep. So, we looked for an easier path. Down the gentle slope to the East we went. After wading through one of the shallow pools that dotted the valley, we found a path and started to follow it back to the picnic area, and low and behold, the bridge mentioned in the previous post appeared. Standing there with Papa and Grandma was Our Youngest. He saw us and came running over and hugged his brother while exclaiming "Oh! You're not lost! I am so glad that you are not dead... That makes me happy!" While Our Youngest was happy to know that his brother and I were still living, I was happy to find a bridge. I Don't know if my feet could have crossed that river four more times...