Big Wood River

Last week when the sun briefly shone I traveled south to see the Big Wood River cut through a sage brush canyon . The area is called sheep bridge after the above, dilapidated and shottily refurbished suspension bridge. I only had the guts to go several feet out on it as it groaned, cracked and bent under each footstep. Planks had been nailed slopppily, provididng little structural support. I could see water between the cracks. Although the trail seemed well worn by hooves and it would seem could hold the bodies of many sheep, the sight of the dark, swelling water below and the visions of Indiana Jones kept me close to the bank.