The abandoned road is not traveled any longer. The grass and native undergrowth show no sign of any use at all, but the old handmade stone bridge still stands testament to the solid design and the hard work that it took to build it. It's a very peaceful place now, deep in a hardwood thicket along a creek in northeastern Kansas, where I am spending this week chasing wild turkeys. After I took this photo I sat on the bridge, dangled my feet off of the side, and enjoyed a cool drink of water. As I sat there I thought about the people who used to pass by.
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