Yippee, the Bridge is Open. Sort of.

Turns out they are not waiting until the paving is done to open the bridge.  There is now a path down the middle, between barriers while work goes on at the sides  The hill is still a swathe of rough gravel and there is a new curve in familiar old road/

With the opening, traffic had flowed back onto my road and the luxurious solitary bike strip, closed to vehicles, is no more.   I have to watch my mirror again sharply to keep from becoming a hood ornament on some speeding pickup truck.

We await the new railing and rejoice that our village is once again linked over Guillaume Demorest’s important little creek.