“If you’ve never seen it, I’ve got to show it to you – you’re not going to believe it,” you said, smiling. Sounded good to me, I had nowhere else to go, and what seemed like all the time in the world.
It was a cool fall night, and we were doing what we always did, which wasn’t much – just hanging out and aimlessly driving around, smoking pot, drinking warm beer, and looking for something to do. We were both probably around 17 and life seemed like a long and mysterious road stretching out endlessly in front of us.
Nothing much had ever been expected of us, and it was clear that unless it came from within, that wasn’t going to change. I wasn’t yet at a point where I thought too much about this kind of thing – for me, at that point in time, the moment was all I had.
It was enough.
”So what exactly is the Question Mark bridge?” I asked. You were smiling and mildly animated, which was kind of unusual. It was still early, maybe 8 o’clock, but already getting cold. In the Appalachian mountains, winter could come up real fast. “You’ll see,” you said, “It’s about an hour and a half away.”
I really started to get interested when you added “There’s just one thing – you’ve got to promise me you won’t tell anyone we went there.”
I only had one response: “Let’s go…”