Our group of six San Juan Island friends have barged and biked and walked and solved problems together for a week now.
Bridges always concentrate our attention. Why? Many are quaint and picturesque and many are low, raising the question, “Can we make it under?”. If the answer is “probably not” we have to get the bridge to open. Sometimes the bridge just opens (perhaps because a security camera alerted someone) or a man pedals up on his bicycle, and sometimes we just wait or hunt for a button to push or Dave calls a phone number and speaks in something like Dutch,something like “open bridge” or the name of the bridge or town we are in, into the phone.