...but sometimes hard to catch.
Until approximately three years ago, local residents drove cars and pick-ups across this one-lane bridge as they had regularly done since its construction in 1914. Walking on the bridge today, I recalled my white knuckles as I clutched the wheel of my car several years ago as I first encountered this bridge. As I reached the middle, I was wishing I could abort my trip, but it was too late to turn around. However, after that early ordeal, I soon found myself crossing it on a regular basis. I feel much safer crossing the new bridge, as shown below, but am glad they left the old bridge in place for those rare occasions on which I wish to take a short walk down memory lane.