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The Wenatchee River surges with autumn’s breath, its white waters weaving past boulders and into the quiet shadow of a weathered iron bridge. On either bank, cottonwoods and maples ignite in hues of gold, standing as beacons of light against the rugged evergreens and mountain walls beyond. Here, in this fleeting season of brilliance, time seems suspended—the rusted steel crossing not merely a passage over water, but a witness to countless autumns unfolding in the Cascade foothills.
The Wenatchee River surges with autumn’s breath, its white waters weaving past boulders and into the quiet shadow of a weathered iron bridge. On either bank, cottonwoods and maples ignite in hues of gold, standing as beacons of light against the rugged evergreens and mountain walls beyond. Here, in this fleeting season of brilliance, time seems suspended—the rusted steel crossing not merely a passage over water, but a witness to countless autumns unfolding in the Cascade foothills.