
I called up a friend and we made a date to grab coffee, and head to the Library and browse in the sunny foyer for 50 cent paperbacks. Each of us found some good reading material and piled into my car for the next stop: Watson Mill Bridge State Park.

We chose to sit on the warm granite by the river and listen to the waterfall flow under the covered bridge. I watched the eagles soar overhead, watched the spray fly over the rocks, watched children splash in the pools, watched bike riders thump across the bridge.
We spent about an hour and then returned to town for our chores and Saturday commitments. But what a wonderful respite, and a fantastic getaway right at our door in Comer

Left, water tumbling over the waterfall is reflected in the bright sun, making little starbursts for the camera
1 comment:
love that last picture with the little sun spots.
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