These last roses of summer can be found on the Covington side of the Roebling Bridge. Steph, the grands, and I had lunch at The Gruff, fries ordered right away (because that's what we do here), potato soup for the girls, salad, cheese pizza. Why don't I go there more often?
Then the roses, followed by the walk across the bridge, breezy as always. Good times at Smale Park, then the walk back.
There was a conversation about high the bridge is. Turns out that it is 230 feet high and spans 2057 feet. When it was opened in 1866 it was the longest suspension bridge in the world.
Another high point this week: meeting nephew Steve and wife Janie and admiring their motor home. It's always so good to see them - we've connected at Kings Island, Gatlinburg, and this time at an I-75 rest area. No teenagers this time, it was a grown-up trip for them.
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