The Bridge

​We didn’t realize when we purchased the property that there is a bridge on the northwest corner that crosses the creek. It shows on the survey and aerial photographs, but we missed that detail.  According to the neighbor, it was a covered bridge until some young people fishing accidentally burned the cover down.
We were told it was built to allow two brothers with farms on opposite sides of the creek to share farm equipment and help each other with planting and harvesting. So, it would be a sturdy bridge, capable of handling tractors and equipment.
We just couldn’t get there. It was ridiculous. We had made it to the creek through slashing and wading and had created a walking and four-wheeler path, but the route to the bridge was even more overgrown and tangled. A potential path on the west edge of the property was still underwater. All we had to do was follow the creek's edge to the west, and we'd be there. 

Three months had passed, but knowing it was there, we (granddaughter Raya helped clear trails and was one of the first of us on it!) eventually bushwhacked our way through. The bridge is still robust, and a wonderful place to stand in the middle of the creek. It was worth all the scrapes and scratches to get there. Our grandson Auren is just itching to get his fishing line in the water.

"From the Bridge in Autumn" Watercolor, 21 x 14