The mighty Escalante Bridge (actually an arch) towers over its namesake river. We forded it ten times to get to this viewpoint.
The water was cold enough to temporarily shrink the size of B's ring finger. And here's the spot during crossing number six where his wedding ring flew off. We waited long enough for the sand to settle, and our marriage was saved.
The first shots of the Revolutionary War were fired at the Old North Bridge which stands approximately in the same location that a previous bridge stood approximately where yet another bridge stood approximately where the original bridge stood.
It was a difficult choice, but we managed to sort through a wealth of leaning mobile homes, coal chutes, and Tudor's Biscuit World brick buildings before settling on the New River Gorge bridge as the #1 architectural site on today's journey.
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