Keniston, Cilleyville, but not the Brundage!

After visiting 23 bridges on July 4th, it took us two weeks to finish blogging.  That is the drawback to having so much fun in one day!  Now our goal is to get up to date before we take another trip to the north country.  Our next few bridges are scattered around the state and will be done in small groups.

Just three days after the big adventure, Ellen and I decided to hit three more bridges on our way north.  This time we did not have an anonymous chaperone, instead we had someone that we will call "The Driver" or TD for short.   TD did not get out of the car, but that might have something to do with how hot this summer has been and how hungry he was.  He ate a sub in the car and watched us photograph bridges from the air conditioned car.  He was hungry, but so were we.  For more bridges!
 
Keniston (#15)

The Keniston has an old railroad bridge next to it. Ellen wanted me to stand on the railroad bridge and peek over the top so she could take my picture, but that was not a safe idea!

That is too high and too wide a gap, Ellen.  No picture there!

There was also a deep drop off.  As Ellen leaned over the edge, she said "I bet people fall down here."  She made me very nervous.  There was also some graffiti, "Real eyes realize real lies."

This one had two raised areas for the cars to drive over. Reminds me of a bridge that will always have a special place in my heart.

The Driver

Cilleyville (#16)
Next we went to the Cilleyville.  The directions took us the back way.  When we approached the bridge there was a wooden bar over the entrance that read "Closed by selectman 2/22/12".  This was confusing because there was a picnic table on the bridge and no wooden posts blocking entrance to the other side. 

This is the back of the bridge- and still so pretty!

It was good that we went to the back, because from the back it is easier to get under the bridge.

Ellen under a bridge!

The granite post is to stop cars, but what is that orange netting and wooden post for...

What does that say?

Oh, the bridge is closed.  That picnic table might be sending the wrong message.  And the other side isn't closed, so we could enter from that side...

So of course we got in the car and drove out to the main road and all the way around to enter from the other side that did not have a sign, instead of walking under that piece of wood. 

And if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you.

When we got to the other side, we realized that it was the front of the bridge.

 Turns out that we couldn't see that the other side of the bridge was closed too, because someone had thrown the piece of wood on the ground, but the selectmen could have done that, right?

This bridge is ready for the 4th!  It looks like a storybook bridge.

Maybe they should remove this?

Not bad.

Brundage (B)

Next we drove north to the Brundage.  The Brundage is a privately owned, unrecognized bridge.

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The Brundage is a bridge on private property in East Grafton, NH.  We printed directions which ended with, "park on the road, but not the access road.  Do not drive on private property or the access road."  We could not find the access road and there were "No Trespassing" signs everywhere.  We will have to figure out if the owners of this bridge still want visitors, but since this is not a recognized bridge, we felt comfortable not risking our lives.