But wait. There must be a bridge, right? After all, many, well, lots, um, some? people hiked this trail. Sure, it wasn't Bear Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park, but still. I would look down stream. This was probably the horse crossing. Of course, gee how stupid of me.
Well, I beat through some bushes going down stream (funny, not much of a trail to the bridge) until I came to the, well, it was sorta a bridge.