New Hampshire Covered Bridge
I've been interested to see one of these famous covered bridges ever since someone handed me a copy of The Bridges of Madison County back in high school, and this weekend I got my chance. I was excited by the photography challenge and glad to be in the days of going on gentle toddler adventures, where every 3 feet you walk is something different and extraordinary to them (which is great if you're not in a hurry). The river was not as frozen as I expected, the water moving around the rocks more quickly than elsewhere in the stream-- the Venturi effect we'd just learned about at the weather museum the day before. I pointed this out to Cannon.
One more example of nature being full of great inactivity punctuated by great activity.
But then we'd done it. And then what? Had accomplishing seeing something I'd only read about and seen taken away some of the mystique? No, realization is just one of many layers of living, and much of it comes when you're a parent. Understanding anything comes through layers of experience over the years, drying and layering like an oil painting -- all impressions early in life, just backgrounds, then building details and subtleties, things you never saw before.
We left with a leaf as our souvenir, a novelty since Toddler had barely encountered them for the first time in his life before they were covered in snow two months ago.