Heading out to take care of a client’s cats, I came up to this part of the farm-to-market road.
Notice how the right side cuts off. It actually drops off. The actual bridge seems made of concrete while the road leading up is rock. It brings to mind times when roads weren’t paved and didn’t have to allow for more than a single horse and wagon. I stand on a road of two lanes with a generous shoulder on both sides. From this point, it would take me about a half hour to reach San Antonio – then 4-5 days, if not more. Here’s a closer look.
It’s a very narrow bridge. It’s also apparent it has not been in use for a very long time. I imagine it has been buffeted by floods over the years, but still stands. Dry creek beds like this exist all over the Texas landscape and during a substantial downpour can become a torrent of rushing, destructive water. Enough rain and it can go over the bridge I am standing on, which is well over 20 feet above the creek bed.
Same day, this made me take a second look (and a photo). The sign is outside a Texas handmade furniture store along the highway.