The High Trestle Trail from Madrid to the bridge stretches through some shady areas with deep ravines on either side and some open country. At each end of the bridge are two forty foot towers that, according to the plaque, "speak to the cutting and slicing from natural forces that formed this river valley." In front of the tower, you see my adorable bike with its wicker basket. The pinwheel fastened to the front of the basket isn't very visible in this picture. Some 'serious' bikers in head-to-toe matching spandex, gloves, shoes, etc. look at it rather askance, but what do they know?
Some interesting folks camping here-besides us, I mean. Two sisters are across from us in a 13-foot Scamp, one from Kansas and one from Wisconsin, meeting in the middle for a little quality sister time. At the other extreme, RV-wise, there is a motorhome here that is so big, it has three air conditioners on the roof. I think it creates its own ecosystem.