One of my favorite places was Mather's Bridge. I've written about it before, a wooden bridge with a swing center where we - with our parents and later by ourselves - fished, shrimped, crabbed, had dates, stomped on one end of a plank of wood to watch the other loose end jump up. We climbed that bridge like a jungle gym and no one ever said stop, including the bridge tender.
|It's impossible to tell that the bridge was wooden, but it was!|
|The cabins here were the subject of much speculation. Fishermen, hookers, we guessed all and more in between. As curious as I was, I never really investigated them - the mystery around them - that I most likely created - kept me at bay.|
|This is Donna and her Dad, but the main thing here is the water wheel. On one side was a more than anatomically correct mermaid and the subject of many a young boy's fantasy and giggles.|
|This is a photo/painting of Mather's Bridge in the 90's by Lloyd Behrendt - "they are photo oils - "I start with a silverprint ( B & W photograph) and then color it with transparent photo oils"|
|How it looks today|
What does that have to do with Culebra? Oh, quite a bit. And as more people discover her, more rules will come. My yard becomes my Indian Harbour Beach more and more, but you still have to go a long way to go shopping at anything resembling a mall, there are still no traffic lights or fast food joints or car lots. There is still water every direction you care to look and all roads end at a beach.
Yes they do. And you can't take that away from me...
Have a memorable Monday. Do something melodic.