So there I was on a perfect summers day, half way between Albury and Tallangata on an old disused railway line that had been converted to a tourism trail. Riding along peacefully and enjoying the views of surrounding natural wonders, I was aware that some way up ahead was a large valley, the maps hinted that there would be a bridge there and and if there wasn't, surely there would be signs or an alternate route marked. Realising that if there was no bridge I would have to backtrack five or so kays and ride the bitumen around the valley, I rode on. No signs, no alternate routes, no bridge; just the cement pillars that once held it aloft. Life isn't always fair even though the view may be beautiful.