But there is evidence that the bridge is used by nontravelers as well. The steep decline takes travelers past a residence on the left with a neatly manicured back yard. To the right, dense foliage forms a ceiling to a brook that trickles beneath the bridge. A breeze cuts through the heat and humidity, rustling leaves, some of which fall to the ground. The sun occasionally peeks through the canopy of trees.
Acorns fall onto the bridge, which is light on traffic today.
The only traveler is an elderly woman who does not speak English. The click of her black pumps interrupts nature's song. Tractor-truck brakes squeal and serve as a reminder that the town is a footbridge away.