...and it made all the difference.

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It was a balmy 52 degrees this afternoon so we set out on our daily walk with ambitious goals. Jon had found a trail that led up the mountain behind our neighborhood and we decided to hike to the top to see what was up there. We passed a horse farm with a handful of old, dilapidated houses and I resisted the urge to photograph one of the houses and pretend it was our next exchange house. Dumb joke, but it always makes me laugh. Once we were about halfway up the mountain, there was an information stand with a thatched roof and a sign indicating that fishing from Lake Blahblahblah is available but you need to have a license. There were forms to fill out, a pen, and a drop box for the money. You wouldn't see that back home without a security camera and at least one or two guys manning the stand, supervising. The views from the top were gorgeous, and we were able to find the general area of our house down in what looked like a valley, but we knew it wasn't.  Once we reached the top of the hiking path, we saw a sign directing us to some other place, 2.5 km ahead. We'd already gone 3 km, and decided to head home for lunch instead.  Just as we were turning around, Jon noticed a small bridge down in the woods. Bridge!!!  Surprisingly, Sara was all about checking out this bridge, and wanted us to take plenty of pictures - she was dressed in her indigenous garb, after all.  The rustic bridge was an unexpected surprise on the way back and, amazingly, nobody fell into the water.