I have bridge phobia. Is there a name for that? It won't manifest itself if the bridge is strongly built.
This summer I saw the king of all the scary bridges. It hung over the river Ūla. Casting a shadow on a big patch of water. The construction was all twisted and rotten. And massive. We even had to stop and take a look at it from the road point of view. It was just as curvy and wavy as the river beneath.
Nobody would have made me walk over it!
It was so pretty everywhere. And there was a vertical stream, called Devil's eye.
It has been a truly great summer!
Photos by Justė Brukštutė.