As a child I remember traveling in my parent’s station wagon and loved riding in the back. I liked to spread out with my blankets, pillow and toys to enjoy the ride. We stored our luggage in one of the carriers on top and had coolers for food and drinks in the car with us. We stopped at rest areas along the way for picnics at the tables. On our return trip home I have more than one memory of this bridge as we drove by, usually at night. It was a sign that we were almost home.