Lynn Canyon

Three years ago, we made it to Lynn Canyon by nightfall. We inched our way out on the bridge and listened to the raging water in the dark while the rain poured down around us. This time it was still raining, but at least we had daylight!

There was a blue balloon stuck in the current!


Mark's VILLAIN look. And I have no idea how to get rid of the writing on the wall.
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There was someone else on the bridge too...that had, at some point in their life, been to IKEA.


View of the suspension bridge from upstream.


Hunky Husband


Me, by my favorite photographer. The cold made our cheeks rosy!