Last week we added two new bridges on the Timelines trail. They aren’t large constructions but both allow us to keep our feet dry. The first bridge, near the end of the avenue of crabapple trees, avoids the ditch at the end of a culvert that goes underneath a road that connects our village of North Hatley to the neighbouring village of Sainte-Catherine-de-Hatley — formerly known as Katevale.
The lines of the bridge are simple, a good fit for the straight allée that follows.
A smaller ditch on the trail needed a smaller bridge.
Thinking of these two new bridges made me realize how many other bridges we have at Glen Villa, and how different they are from each other.
There is the big bridge on the road by our pond.
There is the little bridge covered with small round logs, that one of our grandchildren named the Troll Bridge.
There is the zig zag bridge in the Asian meadow.
There is the gently curved foot bridge at the edge of the woods, designed to rise above high water in the spring run-off.
And finally, there is the rock bridge that spans the stream that fills the Skating Pond.
Not all bridges serve the same purpose. We needed a large bridge to cross the stream that separates our property from a neighbour’s. They were ok with the connection. And with the signs.
Not all bridges are actual. Some are works of art, like this one made from girders that once supported an old covered bridge.
Some bridges aren’t there at all, or are there only in the eye of a beholder looking upwards and out.
Who knows where this sky-bridge may lead? Or who can cross it, or when?