This is the old Rexleigh bridge over near where I grew up. It spans the Battenkill River where I used to catch some of the nicest Trout you can imagine. What you don't see is the little access door about half way down the side of the bridge where we used to stand before we jumped  fell into the river. The river comes out from Vermont, down through the mountains. When we hit the water we would have to push the ice cubes out of the way, even in the dead of August. I'm kidding of course, but trust me when I say that rivers that come out from under mountains are really, really cold.

It's amazing how much cold a 12 year old body can take. I doubt I could even put a toe in that water anymore.