This ancient bridge spans a canal and some railroad tracks and winds up at a junkyard way back in the woods. Some years ago, before the "Stop" and "No Trespassing" signs went up, I drove over the bridge to see where it went. Turns out, the guy at the junkyard can hear anyone who is coming and he was there waiting... To run me off! Seemed like the type who would start brandishing weapons had I not beat a hasty retreat.
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