Here is our south bridge back in 2011. The telephone poles holding up the bridge were secured to railroad ties. The railroad ties were grounded with rebar.
Well, it's gone, washed away to who knows where. Look carefully and you can see the rebar sticking out of the ground in the foreground, all that is left.
A couple years ago Tom and Zack used rebar to secure (so they thought) the north bridge to the creek's bank. The banks are pretty steep there and the bridge was about 5 feet above the creek bed which seemed pretty reasonable at the time.
Below you can see the hefty telephone poles holding up the bridge.
Well, the bridge wasn't high enough. Who knows where those telephone poles are now?
Ms. Pearl is just happy to surf down the creek.
Bridges have been destroyed, but for many, rebuilding a bridge or two is just fine.
Today on our dirt road we met neighbor Benjamin in his pickup truck. Like true country folk we stopped our trucks in the middle of the road to see how everyone was doing.
Benjamin mentioned losing a bridge, but it wasn't a big deal. "But isn't this rain a blessing?" he said, smiling ear to ear.
Colorado was hit much harder than folks in New Mexico, and I hope the list of missing people shrinks as those areas isolated by flooding become accessible once more.
So who's to whine about a footbridge or two compared to others' losses? It could have been much worse and it wasn't.
So we smile from ear to ear, counting our blessings.