Crossing Scary Bridges by Pamela Bennett

Cleaving the water’s flow like shards of stained glass, russet, bronze and scarlet leaves collected in the rippling creek. Caught around rocks and sticks, pointed leaf edges trembled in the current, barely six inches from my hiking boots. So why was I considering stepping into the creek to soak those hiking boots? Because the bridge over that creek raised its cantilever concrete slabs, taunting me as it towered over the creek along the Gorge Trail to Old Man’s Cave. It