I have a confession (As I sometimes do). Your lowly and humble photographic servant only SEEMS like the greatest thing to happen to photography since the flash cube, but really, brace yourselves, he's just a guy with a bad memory who knows that once something disappears, he won't remember it anymore. You know how babies, before they develop 'object permanence', don't know an object existed once it's removed? That's me. Only older. But with the same hands. Only bigger.
Anyway, this little bridge was the very first thing I ever rushed out to get photos of before it disappeared. The opposite side had just fallen off and they weren't sure how to fix it. That tunnel leads to a cow pasture and if you click to enlarge the image you can see the log suspended by ropes used to keep the cows on one side of the road or the other.
As it is, they saved most of the bridge but now where they nice white fence is sit a regular metal guard rail and the opposite side that fell in is now sort of cemented back into place and repaved over. I might go back and see how it looks now. That's the most fun of being the Visual Preservationist, going back and not having to say "You mean it wasn't always like this?"