A Swing’n time

Well, our GPS took us on another adventure! This time onto a back road in MO with two infamous swinging bridges. Now I don’t know about you, but when I think of swinging bridges, I think of the walking bridge I used to have to take after school to my paino teacher’s house. It went across a small creek, the boys would try to get it swinging to make the girls scream (usually didn’t work since we were country girls who didn’t frighten easily) and sadly a big storm washed it away never to be replaced.

But, I digress, these bridges were nothing of the sort. These bridges were straight out of an Indiana Jones movie, steel cables, horizontal boards that moved and bounced under the car and skinny slats to drive across that were in no way wide enough for the Rover’s tires, the whole works. I expected to see a whip come shooting out of the trees to swing us all to safety as we plummeted to the raging river below.

Of course, we could have turned around and found another route, but that wouldn’t have been half as interesting or blog worthy! Our trusty Rover got us through, thank goodness since there were half a dozen Missouri boys fishing on the bank underneath and watching our progress. I’m sure they went home with a good story about the funny car that passed over their bridge.