On my first visit several years ago to my friend's house, she met me at a specific spot and proceeded to tell me that we would turn left at the first stop light after the bridge. So here I am following her car but was somewhat puzzled when we kept traveling straight after going over 5 or 6 places that I considered a sort of bridge.
I travel regularly over "low water" bridges that are approximately 20 feet in length and most of the time there is no water. The above photo has water but it is the only one I could find after searching through bookoos of folders. :D However, you get the idea.
It wasn't until I saw this one did I understand what she meant by bridge. It is at least a half of a mile, maybe longer. I couldn't help but laugh at myself because I'd forgotten what bridges were like in my old hometown of Houston since we'd moved to the Hill Country in 1982.
Lake Houston. Don't you just love the fluffy clouds. Houston skies are like that most of the time.
More to come on the trip to Houston. I took a wonderful walk down memory lane.
Until next time, God bless.