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We spent a good amount of time there before making our way back down the mountain and heading toward Kipi and the stone bridges. Sure enough, the dog was still in his spot and tried to kamikaze us again. I avoided him again but this time Cathy figured it out - the dog was protecting some goats and cows, and was doing his best to scare us away. I am not sure if he knows that he can't win against a car. We drove through Monodendri and followed the signs until we were on the road to Kipi, which is a little village just a bit southeast.
On our way we began to see signs on the side of the road indicating that there was something of interest there. These stone bridges were constructed some time in the 18th century and we used for many years to cross the now-dry river bed. Often, they were named after the local family that funded the project. Each were beautifully made, but the most famous, which exists along this road, is a three-arched bridge. We stopped at four such bridges along the way to Kipi (I am sure there are more) before turning back.