When we first arrived here, there was a bridge that crossed over rocks and some litter. We were told that this is a river bed for the Ribnica. Since there was a drought, we figured that after it rained a few times we would see this river. But time passed, and we were here for several months and many rains and still there was only rocks and no Ribnica (which probably means something about little fish). We were beginning to think it was merely a myth.
If you go back to our anniversary post in November you can see Laura standing on an ancient bridge that spans the Ribnica bed.