While traveling the roads of the area I live in, there are instances when the "old" will suddenly be glimpsed out the corner of my eye. If it's at all feasible, I always stop and explore. Curiosity. It's a good thing. I spotted the remnants of this old bridge as I was driving along the highway toward Bethel (in search of native asparagus, sigh...).
The trestles look like they're in much newer and better condition than the old road bed does, but what do I know, I wasn't around to see it built. I wonder how long it will take nature to completely obliterate this old road bed.
P.S. Pardon the fuzziness of the last two photos. I'm not sure why they are as I did nothing different as far as uploading them. Click on the photo and it opens in another window in focus (go figure) or if you are so inclined, click on the changing photo up there on the right and you can see the images on my flickr page. They aren't fuzzy there either!