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Iowa sure likes their structurally unsound bridges.  A ways down the road (is that even a structurally sound sentence?) from Bentonsport is this span at Oakland Mills.  There's a little café here known for their tenderloins and I so want to do this trip again.  But Mt. Pleasant and Jerry's pizza is just a ways down the road from here, so what is a fella to do?  Answer:  both, of course.   





This view would certainly be better during the autumn when the leaves are turning.  Must put that on the "to-do" list.





I wonder why bridges are fun to explore?  Must be some form of instinctual ability to get from point A over across treacherous waters to B.  Here one can grab one of those juicy loins and stroll down toward the picnic table.





This is the bucolic Skunk River - a body of water I almost drowned in once.  As a young'un freshman I was riding on the Phi Delt frat raft we built for homecoming.  Speaking of structural integrity, that little weighted-down bobber of a craft sank and with me on it.  Back in those days one had to pass a swimming test to graduate and most people took that test during orientation week, but I decided to wait until I was a senior.  So, I couldn't swim a lick when the raft went down.  As I was touching bottom I felt someone come down and bring me back up.  I was still shaking as I was returned to campus and took a long warm shower to contemplate proper boat structure and my God.  












A couple of pictures of the old hydroelectric plant that was built in  the 30's and kept this part of Iowa well lit for 40 years.   Also around here is a walking trail and camp grounds.  I admire towns that take what they have and turn into something fun.  New Boston has done that with their river front and why K-Burg doesn't is a real puzzler.  

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