Date Night:

The best dates I've ever had, have NOT been dinner and a movie.  Maybe I'm too nontraditional for that.

Friday night, Jerimy and I decided to go out for a ride on our motorcycles together.  I was really looking forward to our time together.  It'd been a long week by the time Friday rolled around, and a night spent with him, doing anything sounded great.

At the last minute, Jerimy's friend Matt mentioned riding along with us with his fiance Josey...and by 10:30 p.m. we were on our bikes, about to head out into the night together.

Jerimy asked where I wanted to go, and I said, The Aqueduct!  It's my newest most favoritest place currently.  I'd already been there earlier in the week, but I'd not been there at night time since I was a little girl, so it sounded appealing.

As we headed out in that direction, I got up next to Jerimy and said "Lets go to Bloody Bridge First!"  He nodded over the roar of our dual engines and we continued to drive off into the pitch darkness of night, guided only by our headlamps, and a vague familiarity of the area....which remarkably looks not just like a different landscape, but like a different WORLD after dark.

There was no moon, yet we managed to eventually arrive at our destination.  BLOODY BRIDGE!

I took this picture many years ago, but it is of the monument that sits along side of the bridge, telling the grizzly tale of a love triangle gone wrong, and a man wielding an ax, beheading his adversary.  Pretty neat for rural no-where's-ville Ohio!  Matt and Josey had never been out this way, and didn't know the story of the bridge, or even of it's existence, so Jerimy and I were happy to bring them up to speed.  As it neared midnight, we decided to wait and see if some of the stories were true, if in fact at midnight, you could hear the voices of the ghosts of Blood Bridge.  We're no ghost hunters, but we are curious people, and it was Friday the 13th, and we had nowhere to be, so Bloody Bridge we figured was as good a place as any to hang out awhile.

We waited ....counting down the minutes until midnight....shuffling nervously, yet bravely around the bridge, under and on top, along side, etc.  We shined our flashlights, and told ghost stories we'd heard over our lifetimes to one another until it was 11:58 p.m. on Friday the 13th, standing in the dark, the four of us on a desolate bridge.  We fell silent as we waited out the next two minutes.

the seconds ticked down.....nobody made a sound.  As midnight hit, we held our breath....and then.....

......

......

...............................

Nothing! 

Absolutely not a bloody thing!

ha,ha

So we said, "Ah, well lets head down to the Aqueduct!"

And we did.

Which was nice, the water's roar, drowned out the noise in my head from the long week, just like the roar of my Harley's engine....We paired off, Josey and Matt sat quietly together along the falls on one side, while Jerimy and I sat close on the other.  We talked, and sat together, and I was in heaven.  The long and trying week, had chewed me up early on, and at the week's end, it spit me back out right next to Jerimy, in nature, under a dark yet starry night, sitting close to one another and still.....together.

Which if you ask me, is the THE BEST place on earth to be.

~Heather Lynn~