Eli took his power tools to the Play-Doh . . .
and I did several loads of laundry and ran into town to pick up some more paint, to finish off some trim. On the way home, I decided to take a few detours down the backroads . . .
I've really been wanting to get a picture of Rough Holler Bridge, right on the verge of Spring . . . so today was the perfect opportunity!
I stood on the old bridge and watched the water rush under my feet. I could actually feel the force of the river. Although I've driven over this bridge countless times . . . standing in the middle of it like this, and feeling the rush of the water through the bottoms of my feet kind of made me hesitate, when I drove back over it to head home.