Unfortunately, there isn’t story to pair with today’s photo other than I love bridges. Well, let me clarify, I love bridges when they are in photos. They are magnificent structures in their own right and connect cities and towns around the world. Nevertheless, I am terrified of driving across them. I will only travel over a bridge if it is absolutely, unequivocably necessary to do so because an alternate route isn’t possible. The bridge I dislike the most is the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. It’s too narrow and too long! However, I am sure it would make a stunning photo. The first time I crossed the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, I was in a 18-wheel enclosed car carrier (with a sleeper) being driven by my brother to Virginia somewhere. I mention the sleeper because that’s where I was when I awakened to the horror of the skimpy two lane bridge. To make matters worse, the height of the truck allowed you to everything; and everything meant it was a bit too much for me. My brother couldn’t understand my fear since I still ride on rollercoasters… To that I say, BIG difference. We still chuckle about that day… okay he still chuckles about that day. I’m still mortified every time I hear the words CHESAPEAKE BAY BRIDGE.
Well, I guess I did have a story to pair with today’s post after all. Who knew? By the way, this bridge is the Vincent R. Casciano Bridge in New Jersey taken from Lincoln Park.