Dardanelle Bridge

Where we went camping at, was the small town of Dardanelle, population 2 (yes, that's correct, just 2), elevation 6,000 ft. It was my Grandma Bennie Jo's favorite place in the whole world. She went camping with us after my littlest sister Kiersten was born, and fell in love with the area at first sight. After her passing, our family gathered together in her honor, and spent the entire day there for the first time. While visiting, we felt her presence with us. The following year, my mom and I went back and found a rock shaped like a chair that we didn't remember from the year before. Convinced we hadn't overlooked it, we went through our pictures, which proved that it indeed was not. We like to believe that it is meant for us to sit and stay a while to enjoy the view.


This is the old Dardanelle Bridge built in 1933


The side view


Under the bridge


My Grandma's initials carved on side of the bridge; B.J. for Bennie Jo


Looking at the river standing on the bridge


Wild flower


I think that this was even an older bridge than the old Dardanelle Bridge.


This is where two iron rods are directly across from the rocks in the previous photo


Pine cones


Fern

Rock chair

Wild flower