Bridge Crossing

I started walking down the gravel trail that used to be a railroad bed. It went through a wooded area and I could feel the humidity. Luckily it was a cool, overcast day. I wouldn’t want to be here in the summer.

As I walked along the trail towards the bridge – the centerpiece of this Virginia state park – the ground started sloping away from the trail, into the the woods. I reached the bridge, which was 125 feet above the ground.

I expected a simple river crossing over the Appomattox River, but the land opened up into a half-mile wide, tree-filled valley. The river was just one small part of what the bridge crossed. The wide open landscape tranquil, beautiful and unexpected.