One of the few remaining privately owned toll bridges in the country, this is the only way to cross the river in the area. Apparently it sometimes shuts down when the water level is too high, and after the storm from the night before I worried that this could be the case. If it was closed, I had no idea what I'd do. The next bridge was 15 miles out of the way. Fortunately it was open and the toll bridge lady didn't even charge me. I saved 50 cents, which would soon go towards the price of an ankle wrap for my throbbing, busted leg.
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