Just wandering along Rapid Creek yesterday, taking photographs on a lovely fall afternoon. I found the path blocked in one of my favorite spots, It was an epic failure for the local beavers. They had selected a tasty cottonwood to harvest, but had an engineering problem. Unless beavers can jump about 8 feet in the air, all they provided was a squirrel bridge across the creek rather than lunch for themselves. My Architect-in Residence informs me it is indeed a "gnawing problem" about what to do now for said furry engineers.