As I approached the bridge at about nine this morning, a yellow tour bus pulled over nearby. With foliage mostly down, fewer buses roll through the village these days.
Standing by my spot mid-span, I watched the river. In the distance, just where it necks to the left to form the gentle rapids downstream, I could see the widening circles formed by raindrops, from shore to shore. Slowly, the footprints of this gentle shower moved toward the bridge. I enjoyed seeing the rain mass moving upstream, strolling against the flow of the Ottauquechee.
Travelers from Heidelberg, Germany, on a New England tour before heading to visit their sister city in Minnesota, took pictures of the bridge and stretched their legs on Mountain Avenue.
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