lynn canyon is a marvelous place. i don’t exaggerate. it has to be one of my favorite locations anywhere to visit. i have taken almost everyone that i know there, who lives within any reasonable distance of the place. you have likely seen thousands of photographs that i have taken there. but i’ve never seen it like this before.
last week, i took my parents. it was covered in snow and ice. we got a few feet across the bridge — far enough for my father to take some breathtaking ice-and-snow-from-several-hundred-feet photographs — and turned back. but this week’s visit was more fulfilling, i must say. we arrived there a little late in the day but certainly well within sunlight hours.
you have experienced the suspension bridge. it’s precarious. meesh and i used to stand on the bridge and jump to frighten the passers-by. it was amusing. today, it was far more frightening to everyone. the whole bridge is solidly covered in ice. it’s fabu. i assure you, there is no more amusing winter passtime than sliding across a highly-strung suspension bridge, hovering above a rock canyon, unable to stop moving from the ice. enjoyment was had by one and other. perhaps not the other people on the bridge, but we were laughing incessantly.
on the other side, the snow was deep, the ice was slippery, and our boots were tested to the limits of their tread. and succeeded. pictures at dusk of the moon above the river were taken, climbing in near-darkness made me smile more than i have in ages.
the parking lot was a different story. took a half hour to get out of there. including a shovel. and some dogs. yes, dogs, i tell you. and sand, too. but the dogs looked better.
made it home, though. what a day.
exhausted.
more tomorrow.
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