This young woman halted traffic, helped me maneuver around the corner, under the suspenders, over the river and around the corner on the other side. Where was she when I first crossed this bridge? Hmmmm, that probably explains the appearance of a new bumper bite on my Lazy Daze!
She's paused from signaling so I can take photos.
The river, campground and beaches were outstanding. Overwhelmed by anxiety over the re-crossing, however, I left my idyllic spot after just two days. A wimp after all!!!