The Bridge Not Taken

I began my journey this morning with visions of capturing photos of Campbell's Covered Bridge bathed in a wash of early morning sun. What I didn't know (and hadn't been able to find anywhere on the Internet) was that East was in the wrong place for my "bright" idea. I arrived to find the bridge lost in deep shadow and no real Plan B to consume the time it would take for the sun to make journey to the other side of the bridge. Then I remembered a sign we'd seen last summer that offered directions to another scenic, historical bridge. Mason was sick, it was extremely hot, and we decided not to go in search of the second bridge. Since I had plenty of time to waste, I decided ... why not?