the natural bridge
Last post about our camping trip. Promise.
It’s just that I took a ridiculous amount of pictures on our hike. In part because it was beautiful, but also because I needed to force more oxygen into my lungs.
Arthur slept the whole way up. Typical.
This is the bridge from a really weird angle… click here for a view from a greater distance.
You have to file through a crevice and up some narrow stairs to get to the top. In typical you’re-not-in-california-anymore fashion, there is no barrier of any sort when atop the bridge. There is no indemnity agreement or release to be signed. The trail pamphlet simply informed us that approximately 40 people fall off the cliff per year, and 2 die. Statistically speaking, of course.
And a few short clips:















Such a beautiful spot…So happy for your great time – I bet next time you will remember to check for the coffee and tent stakes. Thanks for the great photos.
Looks like you picked a beautiful spot for your camping. Thanks for sharing your adventure with all of us! Love, GG