(The Bridge at Broad Run)

It is finally here, the white stuff. Out of sight, out of mind for nearly a year, but it is alling heavy in wet sheets outside the windows of the little farmhouse. There is a travel advisory but I have to travel anyway.

I am at the farm, since there are chores to be done, and Saturday was shot, so I dashed down late yesterday.
 
I have places to be and commitments to keep, so this is will be blessedly short.
 
Attached is a picture of the footings of the bridge that Stuart and Custer and Fitzhugh Lee fought over long ago. I had to take a short walk on an old road to find it, as the sky darkened yesterday with the promise of rain and more.

A tiny sliver of the Warrenton Pike remains alongside he big road, and it leads to a large pile of well-cut and well-laide stone foundation. On the north shore there is just enough to show how the old structure was oriented, and how the deep slow current of the Broad would have been an effective barrier to travel.

The snow may prove to be that this morning.
 
I have to go slip and slide- there will be much to catch up on. A friend is likey going to die today, and it may be a blessing. I have been in touch with Death Junior and Chad at the funeral home and they assure me all is in readiness if things come to pass their way, as they inevitably do.
 
Funny, it is my brother’s birthday today.
 
There is a party at the Galaxy Room in the evening, which I have been assured I can leave just as soon as they start the Electric Slide.
 
All that has to happen is avoidance of the big steel slide in the Bluesmobile this morning.
 
Wish me luck going North.
 

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