I visited the Barton Nature Area.  It was a beautiful afternoon, sunny, mild winds.  I met a couple of older women, arriving as I did.  The younger of the two informed me that the bridge was the older woman’s.  I should have asked her name, because I use it often to pilot from.  Spry as can be, for one hundred and one years old. The bridge had a hand rail, so she left her walker behind as she went out onto the bridge.  I got my Solo up in the air and did my flight, while I was on the bridge I heard her remark that she couldn’t see a thing. After I landed, I left my photography card on her walker.  I hope she get’s to see this.