As I ventured a little more in Lake Park, I discovered a bridge over a ravine that had remained frozen over. I found that I could walk on the frozen water and even found it preferable to walking in the snow as it had gotten in my shoes and at this point I was tired, cranky and hated nature even in it's most basic forms in the middle of the city. Still, I enjoy this recording from underneath the bridge where all sounds echoed. In this recording, you can hear the melted water that's dripping echoing along with the wind blowing through it. Towards the end there is the sound of two men walking on the sidewalk bordering the park.
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