Bridge of Disappoitment

**Note** This article is from about a year ago. I had issue trying to remember where I put this picture. Without this picture the article is pretty useless.

This past weekend my friends A. and V. went with me for a camping adventure. This is one of the stories. Enjoy.

By this part in the day we had had a full day of horses, food, beautiful sunshine, fluffy clouds, and a drink or two when we were trying to figure out what to do next.

We were using a tourist guide and it had a nice map inside. On this map were little red bridges that indicated where the local covered bridges were in the area. Not having a plan we decided this would be a fun adventure, go and find a covered bridge, drive through it, take a picture or two. 

Just like they do in a football huddle, we said break, got in the car, A. navigated, V. drove, I chatted about nothing, made random comments, and stared at the landscape. You know, the things I’m best at.

As A. expertly guided us through the street names and turns, she informed us we are getting close to the bridge, it should be on a side street. 

We were going and going, and not seeing this bridge or a side street. Then all of a sudden, there, squished between a Panera and a Music Center, was the covered bridge. 

No way to drive through it, literally sitting right next to a busy highway/multi-lanes of traffic. 

Old world meets new world within 10 feet of each other. 

This, this is the bridge of disappointment. Dreams were crushed, moods dropped, faces frowned, souls and faith in humanity were shattered like the glass in a Jewish wedding, stomped out under foot into a million pieces.

Really? This is the bridge? This is what we were hoping for? Technically, it was two bridges that they combined together. 

No this, is not acceptable. This will not do. So we used the restroom in Panera and decided we had to find another bridge.

Back in the car, V. at the wheel, A. manned the map, me watching the scenery out the window. 

On the highway, through a small town, down a side street, a sign! It said bridge this way. Every turn and twist brought us closer to our destination. The anticipation was building. Will this be another dud? Will we be able to see a covered bridge? Can we drive over it?

Yes!

We are though! We drove through the bridge, parked the car, took some pictures, turn around and went  on a search for another bridge.

This one was just up the road do you want to go for it? Sure!

Twists. Turns. Stop, stop, stop, it’s the other road. Back up, it’s okay no one was coming.

Wow look at that house!

And that house, these houses are HUGE!

And the bridge is closed.

Okay, well this bridge is not the same as the bridge of disappointment. It could be used. It was just shut down right currently, but it’s a neighborhood, not next to a Panera, okay this is fine. We’re okay.

There is one more bridge in the area, do you want to go for it?

Yes!

Back in the car, V. at the wheel, A. manned the map, me watching the scenery out the window. 

Ooh, ah, look at that house, it’s like a British cottage, and the farms, look at the cow! Oh wow, that is amazing!

The next bridge we came to was actually quite busy. We could not get out and take pictures so I handed A. the camera and was like can you take some while we go through. The bridges being covered and made before there were cars are one way or rather one at a time. So we went through and had 2 cars waiting on the other side so could not stop.

I don’t know if the Bridges of Madison County are better but the ones in Lancaster PA, minus the bridge of disappointment, they were kind of fantastic. Especially seeing as they were my first covered bridges.  

Does anyone else have an experience like is? If so, leave a comment below!