There's a small swamp that runs across the middle of our place; early on we figured out that it wasn't practical to get rubber boots on every time we wanted to go to the back half. We built this little footbridge the first winter we were here. A hundred and sixty feet long, twelve inches wide. So far, the only time I've fallen off was when our old Lab Toby pushed me.
The pond on the right came later. So did Goldie
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