
Like the time this fall when boyfriend and I were hiking a trail in Griffin Park, Los Angeles with his sister-in-law and nephew. We were ascending up the hill on a wide, dirt trail, which had no railing. Strangely, the only place with a railing was a portion at the top... Anyhow, I had a hard time watching sister-in-law of boyfriend hike up the trail with the nephew strapped to her back. She wasn't close to the edge, but the non railing situation made the psycho in me nervous. (Sidebar: Does everyone have a psycho in them? The psycho inside that makes you think evil things even though you know they never would/could happen. I think there are some that know the psycho is in us, but know it's a small part of u
Back to the big, beautiful, non scary, orange bridge. One neat thing was seeing a large ship approaching in the distance. We waited when we reached the point where we thought it would pass under us. It was cool because here there is a bridge between Kittery, ME and Portsmouth, NH (actually there are 3 bridges between the 2 towns, but I'm talking about the one in the photo above my 'About Me'). The bridge here raises to let the large ships through. We don't have the excitement of seeing a ship pass underneath us. Doesn't take much to entertain me.





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