Came across an old twisted plank bridge that looked as if it might fall apart at any moment. Got up the nerve and ventured across more worried about the camera than myself. I’ve been soggy many times and it actually seems to help but my camera not so much so. We got down to the other side and were treated to a small cascade of rushing water and color looking back towards the old bridge. Needless to say, we made the trip back over the bridge just fine.