Why bridge it when you can drink it

The stream can be a lot fuller and faster than it is today. And Norwestie has learned to cross the rickety-rackety bridge without being carried, no longer worried about falling through the gaps or being eaten by a troll (fol-de-rol).

But she prefers to climb down into it, drink what really seems like most of it (extra), and climb out the other side. Still, it saves me a fortune in beer afterwards.