here’s 2 more from last nite…because who really starts working the minute they go to work?
i hate heights. hate em.
but when i pulled in to Digby and saw that old, busted up train bridge i immediately went to figure out how to get on it.
‘Hell yes’ was the reply to my absurd suggestion.
so we climbed down a hole and up a cement wall (in wedding gowns & suits) to get on to this bridge that spans the…{i dont know what the name of the river is}..river about 100ft in the air.
here’s one of many.

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