We walked approximately a mile up the C & O Canal, and gradually made our way over to the Potomac River. Along the way, however, there were a few small bridges to cross. Not a big deal for me since they had railings, but when I leaned against a railing and it gave about 2 inches, all I could think was that although I hadn't figured out the purpose of my life, I was about to plunge to an icy cold, rocky death (pictured at right). I'm not sure if it was God or the devil who wanted to see how quickly my heart rate could rise, but I recovered and we moved on.
We eventually made our way to the Potomac River and enjoyed the sound of the rushing water and the warmth of the sun, mused about the shapes of clouds, and discussed life. We didn't come up with an answer, other than it was pretty damn good that day, and "we may never pass this way again."
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