Once a common sight, swinging bridges are now quite rare in our area. I remember a number of them from my childhood. Built and maintained by our township road crew they were a vital link to civilization for the families who lived where only a low water fording afforded vehicle access to their home. This bridge is private and was erected by its owner to afford him easy hunting access to his mountain land.
The stream is held in suspension awaiting warmer temperatures before gravity can again move it along on its endless journey
Beautiful icicles contrast nicely with the green fern in the background
This post concludes the Walking on the Water Series
I hope you have enjoyed it. Soon winter will be past and only the memories and photographs will endure to remind us that on some days even we can
Walk on Water