I came upon these stairs on either side of the babbling brook. They descended down to the waters edge, bordered by that stonework so typical for the Gorge (Columbia River) from long ago. I walked down the stairs wondering at their purpose beyond moving nearer to the water’s edge. I was afforded a view of the nearby foot bridge over the brook.
I am sure I have seen such a place in the romantic notions of my young girl dreams…so long ago…sigh…
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