We hopped, skipped and ran (walked too) back to the and of the bridge. Lady no fear of heights decided to go back to the car with the man of the house while I wanted to walk down the hill to the bottom and get close and personal to with the bridge. I am thankful this was the case as the walk down was VERY steep and the earth upon arriving at the bottom was very marshy. The walk up was strenuous to say the least. It was literally straight up at a couple points as the trail was made after the bridge fell so it really was not designed for hiking.
Upon reaching that car again, I found my two favorite people playing in the woods,collecting rocks and throwing them at trees. I was huffing and puffing and there may have been a Big Bad Wolf reference at some point. We decided we wanted to return, maybe when it is cold and barren, revealing an apocalyptic feel. Stay tuned for more from Kinzua Bridge State Park, but until next time, get out there and adventure. There is so much to do and see.