My wife and I were looking into buying some property up near Cataldo, Idaho (USA). We’d exited the freeway (I-90) and followed the directions. The pavement ended and we’re driving down a gravel road.

We slowly crossed this wooden one-and-a-half lane bridge. You know the type, only one car can cross at a time. Pretty rickety and scary. Looking over the edge it was meant to cross this small, 100-foot wide (30.48 m) canyon that was really really deep. I mean like 600 or 700 feet deep (around 200 m). There was no guardrail so that explains my slow driving.

We pulled over on the far side of the bridge and slowly walked down the middle of the bridge looking over the side. That vertigo sensation just had to be felt. I took a couple pictures from the bridge

We got back in the car and drove another 15 miles to the property. Yes, it was way out there.

 

I asked my wife and she remembered things exactly like I did. We turned around and backtracked thinking I’d made a wrong turn somewhere. As it turned out there were NO turns off of that road other than into people’s driveways.

Nope, no bridge. I drove back towards the highway and then turned around again figuring I’d follow the directions exactly as I had before. Still, no bridge. We were both kind of in the WTF mentality. There was no way to explain it. Finally, we turned around and went back home.

A few days later we went to look at the property again. No bridge, no canyon this time either. Then I remembered the pictures I’d taken. I HAD PROOF!!!! I searched through all the photos I took that first day and there were no pictures on my phone of the bridge and canyon.

My photos automatically upload to the Google Cloud. When we got back home, I searched those pictures and had the same result. No bridge, no canyon.

I did have a few photos proving we were there but none with the bridge and canyon. It was some beautiful property out in the sticks but we didn’t buy it. There was an easement on the entrance road we didn’t particularly like.