Here are the pictures from our trip as promised. I was freaking out briefly when I couldn’t find my camera for a while, afraid I had left it at the last bridge, but as you can see, I finally found it. Whew. But now I don’t have an excuse to spend oodles of money on that faintsy new Nikon Digital SLR I have had my eye on. Oh well!
Without further ado, photos!
Everything was beautiful and an ideal tourist attraction, but the graffiti inside the bridge led me to imagine that all the teenagers from this tiny, tiny town use the bridges as secret hang-out spaces where they go make out and smoke pot at night. I mean, I know that’s what I would have done, right?