We had heard about a very special waterfall deep in a very wild wood and decided to go and see it. Only 3 kilometers, nothing to talk about - or what? - they wrote that the path might be difficult. Oh well, we were used to it so we started. The path was very comfortable, people were picking blueberries along it, but then after the first kilometer it changed. The path narrowed, lots of stones and tree roots to climb over and then we came to this "bridge". It was absolutely solid but its primitivity gave us an impression of what was ahead. The wood grew more wild and tight and the path was where the stones and rocks were a lot more worn than the others.