6:15 pm

stopped at the american river last night on our way home, just under the mountain quarries railroad bridge (above).  we walked through emerald pools of cool water with smooth round stones under our feet.  the bridge is still there and takes us on a really pretty country drive home.  in 1964, 2 bridges upriver were washed out in a storm.  huge sections of the bridges lay on the banks today.  it’s eery looking.

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