It's a double photo Friday. We came across this bridge on our way through Sichuan during the first May holiday. It was an extra long bus ride from Chengdu to Songpan with half the bus chain-smoking the entire 12 hours (even the driver was smoking). We arrived late in the afternoon and took a walk through the old part of town--a beautifully maintained walled town with traditional architecture. We picked up spicy dried yak to eat as wandered.
The bridge was an accident--we were walking aimlessly. The bridge led us to a quiet area of town, into the mountains toward a temple at the summit. We made our way to a small temple set into the side of the mountain, but were unable to continue to the larger one that loomed over Songpan because it was getting late and we had no flashlights to find our way back to town.