On a little drive in the country this weekend, we found this old iron bridge and it brought back memories of years ago when I was riding the school bus. There was an old iron truss bridge on a gravel road that was part of our bus route. One of the stops along the route after school had the bus passing by this gravel road and on up the blacktop a couple of miles. Then the bus turned around to head back and turn down the gravel road. Often times, when the weather was nice, the bus driver would let remaining riders get off the bus at the gravel road where we would walk to the bridge and cross it to await the bus. It gave us a chance to stretch our legs and in those days the bus driver knew he could trust us to behave ourselves. At that time, our bus driver was an older man we were all a little afraid of and we didn't dare do anything to get in trouble. Can you imagine this being allowed today? No, I can't either.
The narrow bridges have wood plank floors and this particular one looked kind of rickety to me. You could see the creek between the spaces in the boards. This bridge is on a gravel road that isn't traveled very much, but still in use today. It is one of the last bridges of it's kind in our area. The old bridge that I remember our school bus crossing is long gone now, replaced by a new and modern bridge.
Back in the day, I can remember crossing the old iron bridge when the roads were icy and that always scared me silly. My imagination could just see that school bus sliding over through the railings into the creek far below.
View from the bridge.
Well, maybe it wasn't that far below to the creek. But it wouldn't have been a very good landing for any of us should that ever have happened. Thankfully, it never did.
Speaking of school, I noticed in the big stores this weekend that school supplies are out. So are faux pumpkins and fall decor. Didn't summer just begin?
Until next time...