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.