Here is Dead Man's Creek.
Anyway, back to the yearlings. When the cows get on the other side of the creek, we either have to go all the way around, or else we have to risk crossing the creek through the creek bed, which in the winter is usually full of snow and mud. It is sooo not fun to be stuck in the snow. Those 4-wheelers are surprisingly heavy. Also, my father-in-law, Bud, likes to build things. So he commissioned our hired man, a welder by trade, to construct a lightweight bridge.
This is the spot they decided to put the bridge. Pretty much impossible to cross with a vehicle.
Bud and his wife, Bertha, loaded the bridge on the pickup trailer. Bertha drove the loader, Bud drove the pickup.
Bud backed up to the creek.
He kept backing up until the bridge rested on the other side of the creek.
Bud directed Bertha to drive the loader over to the front of the bridge.
He chained the bridge to the loader bucket.
Bertha lifted the bridge up, while I drove the pickup forward. She let the bridge down, and it rested on the ground.
The baby and I tested the bridge (she was tucked inside my sweatshirt). I'll be glad to have it this winter when I'm gathering those yearlings!