On the way up to Mirror Lake, near Mt. Hood, there's a footbridge over a little creek. It reminds me of hiking days when our kids were small. Their dad would run ahead and hide under the bridge. When we got there, he'd say, in a troll voice, "Who's that walking over my bridge?" Kids would scramble, there'd be a chase, all great fun. This little footbridge, of course, harbors no trolls. Just a magical light dancing across the clear creek water.
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