Just kidding. This frail bridge would have been a right turn off the Primitivo. But the stream shows the spring runoff in this area. I've picked up a bit of height -- 1600 feet in the first three miles today -- so spring is a bit behind Oviedo (and about two weeks behind Washington). The Primitivo spent most of today going along the shoulder of a higher ridge line. So there were lots of rivulets cascading down and across the trail. Luckily, all of them could be crossed, with the help of a few stones placed by earlier pilgrims. It was exceedingly pleasant to have the bubbling, burbling sound of all these rivulets, and of the larger steams alongside the Primitivo, for much of the day.
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