Buster's Official New Hampshire Covered Bridge Tour

'Twas the Rude Bridge that Arched the Flood, in deepest, darkest New Hampshire.



The river was low from a dearth of rain. The natives were hunting moose and listening to Cotton Mather's latest sermon on the Fox News Network. Satan walks among us.



Bridges were everywhere, built with uncommon Integrity to protect travelers from the rain that did not come...



I went forth to explore one of these structures. The planks were a pleasant amber, reflecting the manure of centuries.




I reflected that amber was, in fact, my Favorite color. More amber!



I continued my reconnaissance. Perchance I would encounter one of the fabled moose. Or Sarah Palin. I might even see Russia. Or at least the Sugar River.



Giant Wind Monsters loomed upon the horizon. They tormented me. I decided to return to the Pond to cool off!

It was time for Dad's swimming lesson. He's making adequate progress. I give his dog-paddle a 6.2 on a scale of 10.

Your faithful correspondent,

Buster