Day Fifty Four
Today we travelled southwest to see the fabled swinging footbridge of Priceville. Built in 1938, the foot bridge spans the Miramichi river of two hundred meters, and held a maximum of three people. In 1939, the Miramichi was in full flood when five people tried to cross at the same time. The weight of the five forced the bridge down until the river grabbed hold, and collapsed it. Three of the five died from the accident. The bridge was rebuilt later that year, then finally replaced in 1988 with a newer footbridge. We had intentions of crossing the bridge but as we walked out, the boards had enough bend in them to make us feel uncomfortable 🐔. We headed off the bridge and sent the drone out to explore it.
New Brunswick has about a dozen old covered bridges, similar to the one in sleepy hollow where the headless horseman threw a pumpkin to get Ichabod. On our journey back, we turned down a few side roads looking for one of these bridges. The bridge was located just a few minutes from the highway down a small winding hill. The bridge was at the base with barricades in front preventing any vehicles from crossing over, and open only to pedestrian traffic. The area certainly had an eerie feeling; like the headless horseman, or some back woods hillbillies were going to jump out at us.
After the bridge, we came across the Atlantic Salmon Museum; well, we just had to see what a whole museum could say about a fish. The museum boasted; over three thousand artifacts to be seen. There was no entrance fee, and we entered with an open mind. I was somewhat expecting detailed info on salmon, and the role they played in human survival through the ages. The museum turned out to be a fishing archive and hall of fame for fly fishers; should have been called The Atlantic Salmon Fishing Guild.
The rain had finally arrived when we left the museum. We had a little snack in the parking lot and headed back to Miramichi to finish our day giving the puppies baths and relaxing in the RV.
