I found a little side road that didn't actually seem at all interesting. I did see a sign which mentioned a detour, but it was ambiguously marked and wouldn't have deterred me anyway.
I soon discovered a heretofore unglimpsed (by me) railroad spur. Nearby I found the foundation of an old switching station, now being used to dump deer carcasses.
Further in I encountered a pile of dirt covering the road. This is often used to more or less permanently prevent use of the road. This encouraged me to explore further. A quick bounce and I was over.
The road narrowed and was in a deeper state of disrepair. I eventually found the bridge which was closed but still standing. I was running out of time, but walked the bridge to check it out. It seemed fairly stable as closed deathtraps go. So... Turn back or press on? Yeah right! Onward! I eased out onto the bridge which held my weight but I didn't wait around. I hit the (much higher) dirt pile blocking the other end resulting in red clay dirt all over my truck, but a successful
traverse of the death-bridge.
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