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If you remember… my husband and I started our coastal trek searching for Fisherman’s Walk which I thought was entirely too short. As we finished the York Cliff Walk and headed back to our car we realized the walk was too short because we’d literally started in the middle of it.

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These trails are not well marked and it wouldn’t surprise me to find locals sitting on their porches laughing at the tourist’s confusion. Winters are long, we have to get our jollies somewhere.

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Onward…

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Not knowing what to expect around the next corner we almost missed the path as it goes right in front of someone’s house.

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Around the bend, a boardwalk.

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And past that a causeway.

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That leads to a nature preserve.

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It was a lovely section.

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And we really picked a perfect day to do it. Clear blue skies and temperatures in the low 70’s.

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At the end of the causeway was a locally famous bridge.

A famous, and as it turns out aptly named bridge.

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To be continued….

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