I came across this image the other day, taken at our local country home and garden shop a few years ago and shared it with my wife. We started reminiscing about some of the quirky signs we have seen during our travels and it wasn’t long before we were taking a trip down memory lane.

We recalled the time we were traveling in north woods country, heading towards Canada. We went through small towns and quaint villages. And some areas that could be considered more of a settlement than an actual town, complete with hand-made directional signs. As we drove along one smoothly paved road, the pavement abruptly ended and became a rough gravel road. We continued to drive a few more miles and approached a wide concrete bridge spanning a dry creek bed. An official department of transportation sign was mounted on both sides of the bridge, allowing traffic coming from either direction to see it. It read “Trucks Must Not Meet On Bridge.”

Both my wife and I started laughing. We wondered why two trucks could not stop on a bridge, outside of a weight restriction, this far out in the countryside. But the bridge appeared to be more than sturdy enough, so we could not understand it. We began joking about a little elderly lady who must live in the house nearest the bridge, and for some reason known only to her, did not like trucks stopping on the bridge. We pictured our little lady running out of her house, broom in hand and white hair a-flying, racing towards two trucks stopped on the bridge screaming “You boys get off my bridge. You boys aren’t allowed to meet on my bridge.” We decided the department of transportation must have gotten tired of all her complaints, so in desperation, they put up the sign.

On another trip out west, we were driving through the mountains and came through a pass where the road began to follow the banks of a wide river. As we started to make our descent into the valley below, we saw a sign that read “Winding Road Next 77 Miles.” We had only one thought: Yikes!

My wife was driving at the time and for the next two hours, she turned the steering wheel a little to the left, then immediately turned the wheel a little to the right, then back to the left…for 77 miles. It was a roller coaster ride as we rocked back and forth while trying to take in the magnificent scenery. After all that weaving and bobbing, we felt a little dizzy when we finally made it to a straight flat road down below.

It was worth the trip, though. And not only for the experience, but for the mileage we have gotten out of our sign stories at family dinners. Our only challenge now is topping them…

  1. September 14, 2011 at 3:23 pm

    I love winding roads. Norway’s full of them 🙂 A sign often seen here that seems to make most English speakers giggle a bit is “farts-humper” (speed bumps)

  2. September 15, 2011 at 2:04 am

    It was a nice reading for me, I enjoyed. And this photograph so beautiful. Thank you David, have a nice day, with my love, nia

  3. September 15, 2011 at 9:33 am

    So glad you enjoyed…we have seen some pretty wacky things in our travels.

  1. August 10, 2012 at 8:17 am

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