When we were kids, the only vacations we took were to Louisiana. It's a 13-hour drive from Savannah, Georgia to Monroe, Louisiana, but I always knew the trip was nearly over when we passed over this bridge. I always thought it was so magical. Driving it over today, I still did. EDIT: The black bridge to the side is one my mother's grandfather helped build. It was the old bridge. I've never been over it, though.