The destination was an abandoned steel truss and wooden deck bridge a couple of hours away. It was about 30 feet over the creek bottom, and there was a beaver dam just upstream. The ponded water was iced over, but I was able to watch and hear the creek trickle along downstream from my sitting spot.
We don’t normally have the opportunity to see icicles that are taller than me. But this one indicates that the name ‘Dripping Springs’ is appropriate for this place.
In the recent moist conditions, most of the roads had swallowed the last application of gravel. They were a little bumpy, but otherwise smooth and fast. Well, fast for someone.
The abandoned bridge location proved to be as good as I had hoped. It was a lovely view and delightfully quiet. This is a good place to bring a friend.
On the return leg, some of the red color in the grass caught my eye. Then it seemed I noticed it almost constantly. We have some pretty colors in the dead of winter. I like to call it a-thousand-shades-of-brown, which is a phrase borrowed from a friend, but it really is more than that.
I wonder if my bail-out from last weekend resulted in a more rewarding outing today. I realize if things don’t work out just the way I want, sometimes, with a little time and patience, they can work out even better than I could have imagined. This is a classic example why I love me a good micro-tour.