Day Twenty Five September 6th: Meet my bridge. Okay, it may not be MY bridge, but I see it as so. I cross this bridge nearly every morning. It's my stopping place. Jax and I slowly walk along the bridge. We gaze below at the empty riverbed and envision it lively and wild with water raging down from the mountains.
We love this bridge. It's iron bars and creaky wood slats. It's a good drop down underfoot. I say WE love looking down from this bridge.. but in reality Jax is looking for a place to whiz and mark his territory. So in a sense.. it's his bridge too. Woof.