“No time for a summer friend, no time for the love you send, seasons change and so did I, you need not wonder why,” – Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings

It was a strange and off-putting sequence of events that I encountered during what I presumed would be a casual afternoon respite, walking and casting for trout along some favored streams.

To describe the occurrences as strange is to say that nature provided me with experiences that were out of the ordinary. In some way, it seemed as though I was supposed to see these things and “learn” something from them.

That was the feeling I kept getting as each event unfolded in front of me, and that feeling remains with me as I type this account.

I drove down a county road headed for an old bridge I visited only sporadically. I wanted to see this

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