I did dream of a bridge...
And I'm NOT expecting any award for this, judge iadr!
Dream. (One of many, rest forgotten.) Mom, my sister, my aunt L and I are travelling the Confederation Bridge. There are many groups doing it, but first we have to meet with our own guide, who is a young and very immature girl, reminding me of Shalee. She has a silly t-shirt on with dome picture and cutoff jean shorts. She tells us things about the history and I doubt most of her knowledge. We are in an area with lots of tour groups, and she talks to another young male tour guide.
The bridge has lots of curves to get it up to the height it requires, and she tells us about how it is similar to something that beavers will build. As we are waiting for the traffic to finish coming from PEI, as it is apparently only one lane, we get close to going, seeing the bridge for the first time. It indeed is very twisty.
We are getting ready and want to get a group photo. We are all in black and white, and someone else joins us with a costume that he is carrying. We make him put it in for the photo, and he does most begrudgingly.
Someone starts to sing and we are anxious to get going. The young male tour leader is telling lane jokes, and I decide it's time to go and start stomping my feet as if lots of people are walking, and suddenly everyone starts to walk.
We have to go up through this hole, and I go last, having a hard time. When I finally go through, my family is far ahead of me. The next part we have to go up a slide-like part that is flimsy and shaky. I wonder how Mom will manage with her sore hip, but she does. I find there are two lanes that are slightly off kilter, and have to go from one to the other as I go up the slide. I see Corrina and her daughter also going up.
We get to the top of this part and it gets more straight. The bridge does curve off to the right, and there's a frozen waterfall coming from it about a mile away. I wonder how long it will be frozen, as the dream fades.
