Visiting the bridge that Gramps and his engineer friend built across the
Nashoba Brook for a trail he maintains on conservation land behind his house.
Winter 2007
We went on lots of hikes when I was growing up, and Dad always made it entertaining. Sometimes he'd get way ahead of us on the trail and hide behind a tree, then jump out and growl like a bear making us scream and laugh. Sometimes he'd hide under a bridge and pretend he was the troll and we were the billy goats. It never got old.
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Are you sure you didn't grow up inside a fairy tale?
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