A quarter mile up a switchback trail is an observation bridge. If you hike a mile up you can get to the top, but Mama was not up for that in flip flops.
This is the view looking up from the observation bridge.
This is the view looking down from the observation bridge.
A snow cone was required, of course.
As was a self portrait in which Mr. Man doesn't smile.
Getting our toes wet in the shallow river at the bottom was essential.
No, he's not pooping in the river. He's sitting on a big rock in the middle of the current.
He was a much mellower kid--at least for a few moments.
Until a freight train came barreling down the tracks and over an exposed bridge that you could look up through. Mr. Man is the orange dot. He's standing under the bridge with his hands over his ears.
