Old Style Horseman Bridge — Attraction in Town of Mount Pleasant

What does a bridge owe its people?

The day was wintery, for a summer afternoon - the sky cloudy, until it had rained, then cloudy again for a while, then clear, but by then I had left. I happened upon this bridge not by design but by wandering around the neighborhood in the hopes that I would discover a ghost. But as any seasoned anthropologist would tell you, by the time one seeks, it is often too late. This humble author begs the reader to remember this, for as the sun set I noticed signs that may or may not have signaled some suspect force in the direct area:

The bridge itself was covered in marks, like crosses but rotated at an even more he**ish angle, so as to suggest subterfuge. The anti-crosses, as I will call them, were constructed on the side of the bridge as if to mock its crosser with lack of confidence in our skills to walk across it without tumbling off.

The water underneath was very still, as if it were saving its energy for the day when it might meet its love and feel pressure, as one does, to perform to that stream's standards. For one does not disappoint love when it is so gracious as to grace one...this is universal.

A crow flew far above, alighting on several tree branches in an apparent show of distress and indecision. What does a crow have to be indecisive about, I wondered? Without any way to know for sure, I could only piece together the details of its flight - the jolting up and down, the tenuous launch off every branch, the incessant flapping of wings in the act of landing - that this creature was facing indelible air-related trauma on a scale I could hardly imagine.

The crow, being a self-identified life coach but refusing to go into any more detail than that, offered these comments when I asked him for a bit of gossip or local lore or a free sample of its services:

I dream to rise above the surface of My weight on water, rushing up on waves And diving down with debri that curses Its grey mind to dare regret what it saves, That fiddles with depth as if it plays in The air rather than thick ocean and foam Freezing crisp in the wake of dawn rather Than slow sinking strangled swirls of soft loam - Only then could I see self and suppose That it is real beyond some fate I chose.

There was also a man whose head I gently offered up. Very polite for the area but cold, as I've learned is custom in the unnerved hot-coffee-cold-shake-burger-well-done-and-don't-forget-the-carrot-sticks...

This little wooden bridge was installed to give tourists a more iconic looking bridge that fits in more nicely with the Legend Of Sleepy Hollow. You actually crossed the real bridge getting into the cemetery! It's great for photo opportunities and in the fall the local fire department does a haunted hayride that takes you across this bridge. If you are a fan of The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow this is an absolute must stop off and...

Went to Sleepy Hallow and its cemetery. Saw the Bronze Lady and hung out by the Horseman's bridge. Very nice during the day, but I can only imagine a much spookier vibe at...