Another note about this bridge - it s only about a mile away from where my husband grew up.
And it doesn't cross a river at all! It actually takes you from the valley to the hilltop. The architecture of this bridge is gorgeous. There are so many potentially great shots but it was getting dark when we were here. I plan to make a special photo-trip here next time I visit the fam.
I don't remember where Gramps was working at the time, but he would get a ride to this spot where my mom would pick him up. The image of him sitting on these steps has never left me. I wanted to stop and take this picture so I would always have this memory.
All the grandkids loved Gramps. Thinking about him from an adult perspective, though, I have a feeling he was a real pistol. I bet a personality test would prove him to be a sanguine. He liked to have a good time, saw humor in everything, and delighted in irritating my grandma until she would just BLOW up at him in a way that only an Irish red-head can. But he was a good grandpa.
We climb many hills, cross many bridges and take many steps in life, but God is with us every step of the way. Jesus promised never to leave us nor forsake us. Does He not see my ways and count my every step? Job 31:4