Yannatos bridge flood

It felt like early spring today: bright, sparkling, and just enough chill in the otherwise semi-warm air to let you know that winter hadn't completely decided to call it quits. Around here, that true leave-taking doesn't seem to happen until, well, Memorial Day. Still, it was fine weather for a trek, and though I had enough time to go almost anywhere—I'm in-between writing assignments—I opted to stick close to home. My intention was to explore the interior of the nearby Yannatos Preserve, an Avalonia Land Conservancy holding about a half-mile walk north of the abode, and, accompanied by the roar of the millpond falls, I made my way to the trailhead. And that's where the journey ended. Thanks to snowmelt and abundant rainfall, the streams are running very high... so high, in fact, that the stone bridge into the refuge is under water. Under frigid water. In midsummer, I'd have probably just sloshed ahead; in what is actually just past mid-winter, I looked, documented, and retraced my steps.