I found this delightful zig-zag footbridge at the old Mohawk resort near Blairsden, California in 1973. It was at 5000 feet elevation and crossed a meandering creek. Punctures from golfer's cleated shoes had patterned the old wood with a million dents. A couple years after I did this painting, the bridge was destroyed by heavy winter snows which were followed by high water in the spring. Another pretty spot wiped out. It was never rebuilt. I'm happy to have enjoyed its special charm.