Hi. I was born and raised less than 1/2 mile west of this bridge on the Peter S. Reynolds farm. As a youth we boys would walk across this bridge and sneak into the Girl’s Camp pool for skinny dip swim. As long as we keep quiet no one noticed. But if we got noisy the camp maintenance man would chase us out making us run back across the bridge.
I have a few stories to tell about this area so I wii right again.