I called it the Ed Gulley Memorial Bridge because I knew no one else would call it that when Ed passes away, if that ever happens. But it might have been an apt name. We had a wild windstorm last night and the stream has overflowed the bridge and made it impassable.

Ed did a good job laying out these boards and stabilizing them, but they are a bit wobbly under the flowing stream, and I don’t blame them. It’s wild out there. We got across Monday but since then the stream has risen quite a bit. Ed, the Godfather of our woods and our bridge, is threatening come back and shore the stream up and he was too much of a wussy man to come the other day, he thought it might rain.

We told him not to come today, it was just too wet.

I think it’s just as well he waited, as there’s water every wear and the stream is quite strong. The wind knocked down a tree on the other side of the bridge and the bridge was covered with smaller branches this morning. We got them off, the rest will wait until the wind dies, the water recedes, and Ed arrives.