YEAH!!! I have finally gotten my new laptop.
This post is for those of you who have been following my photos of the bridge over the creek to our house - a.k.a. “The Bridge to Somewhere.” I am always saying I am afraid to walk on it in the ice or snow to take photos so now you are going to see why.
Here it is in all of its glory. Even Jack takes it slowly. He got his paw hung in-between two of the boards so now he looks before stepping.
When we replaced the bridge some 30 years ago, the salt treated boards were touching....yes, touching. That is hard to imagine now.
The bridge sits up pretty high over creek, and it has never had side rails. Driving across in the middle is pretty easy for those who pay attention.
This is the side where our beloved Land Rover hit the water and bit the dust. Buddy was giving middle child a driving lesson out in our front field which is about an acre. Ridge had been driving around and around for what seemed like ages. When it came time to end the lesson, he asked Bud if he could drive LV back across the bridge, and sadly, Bud told him he could. Well, you all know the end of the story. Ridgie oversteered to the right and into the creek the two of them went upside down. I was back in the washroom at the time, and the sound was horrific. The two of them quickly opened the back door of LV, crawled out, and ran into the house to give me the fateful news. Our neighbor came and pulled it out of the creek, took it home with him to live, and that is the end of the story. Each day on my way home from school I see my old blue and cream Land Rover sitting in Mr. Steven’s old barn. It continues to make me sad as it was “my baby,” and more fun that a barrel of monkeys to drive. It could climb any hill no matter how steep, but it was not made to survive a fall into the creek!
Here you can see the huge wooden support beams which are on both sides and the metal one in the middle. Take note of the size of those nails. They are huge!
This one is missing as are others here and there across the boards.
There are lots of splits and cracks and, yes, nails missing, but it is still sturdy, and the UPS man continues to drive right on across it to make his deliveries. I am not the least bit afraid to drive across it, but I do NOT like to walk it.
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