Lloyd and I don’t have big plans for this Easter. I, of course, want to have gobs of time devoted to napping, but have also had the strange urge to go sit by some running water. I told Lloyd that that was my one request for the weekend. “You want to take a bath?” he asked.
*sigh*
So Friday afternoon after we finally showered I said we were going for a walk. I grabbed my old camera and we headed out. I went toward the sidewalk but Lloyd veered off through our backyard and through the neighbor’s backyard. We just kept cutting through yards until we came to the field by a little stream. “So you turned our walk into a traipse, have you?” I commented.
We were going to see all three Bridges Of Seward County. There is some tiny stream a ways west of us – I don’t even think it has a name – and though I knew of one bridge, it turns out that there were three. The first was unexpectedly nice – a big curved affair that is as lovely as it it sturdy. We sat on it for a bit, but there is no actual moving water underneath, just a couple inches of water. Still nice.
The second bridge was sturdy, but not as lovely. Very serviceable, though.
The third bridge couldn’t really be called a bridge. It was just two boards spanning the ditch, but at least they were bolted down on each side.
On we traipsed. We criss-crossed the ditch using a couple of fallen logs and walked through some grassy/weedy/tree-y areas that we’re pretty sure are underwater when it’s wetter. We came across this weird globe made out of chicken wire. What could that be for?
We were about to cross a log into a field when Lloyd said, “Or we could go see that fort over there.”
Jackpot.
I don’t know the story about this place. It was pretty spectacularly built. There were two piles of logs/big sticks beside it, and they looked like they had been cut with a saw, so I’d like to think it was either a dad and his kids or some older boys with actual gumption. The fort even had an entrance, but it was a little ragged.
Lloyd and I put our Lincoln Log skills to work and started to beef it up. I quit early, though, and made a little shelf while he perfected the entrance.
Lloyd did excellent work. Just look at that sturdy column!
I told him I wish I had brought a pen so I could leave a note for the original fort-builders. He offered his knife, so I carved ‘We love this!’ into a log. This wood was so light and crumbly – I don’t know if it’s from bugs or being under water.
We walked a little more after the fort, but I’ll save that in case it’s a slow news day another day. Happy Easter Saturday, everyone!