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The Wiggly Bridge is correctly named. Though I might add wobbly, swaying and creaking to the title.

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Once you cross it, you’re on the protected side of a preserve.

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Quiet, peaceful and quintessentially Maine.

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So we walked.

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Into the woods.

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It was basically just a small loop trail that skirted the coast in sections.

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And before long we were back at the beginning.

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Wiggling and wobbling.

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A closer look at the motion.

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Even my husband enjoyed it enough to take pictures.

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So ended our day of confused hiking. We may not have started at the right spots for either walk but we thoroughly enjoyed them both.

I did have to laugh as we departed the bridge. Walking up the road to our car…with the wiggly wobbler behind us and to the left … we finally saw a sign directing us to it.

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The fact that it’s pointing in the opposite direction did not surprise me one bit.

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