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An invigorating walk today under a bright blue, frigid sky.

Several miles north of where I live, I explored an old wooden covered bridge spanning a thundering waterfall filled with snowmelt and the remains of the torrential rainfall we had earlier this week.

The bridge is held together with wooden pegs and various rusty iron bits. I refrained from chanting "Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!" while I was there.

Here's some of that waterfall. Quite beautiful, no?