wiggly bridge | River's world…..

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

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

Quiet, peaceful and quintessentially Maine.

So we walked.

Into the woods.

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

And before long we were back at the beginning.

Wiggling and wobbling.

A closer look at the motion.

Even my husband enjoyed it enough to take pictures.

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.

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

🤣

If you remember… my husband and I started our coastal trek searching for Fisherman’s Walk which I thought was entirely too short. As we finished the York Cliff Walk and headed back to our car we realized the walk was too short because we’d literally started in the middle of it.

These trails are not well marked and it wouldn’t surprise me to find locals sitting on their porches laughing at the tourist’s confusion. Winters are long, we have to get our jollies somewhere.