I'm afraid I can't tell you much about this bridge, other than that it's somewhere in Switzerland.
The year was 2004, we were on our way through Europe to the French Riviera. This was before we had a proper camper van, and we drove an ordinary van, furnished with a fold out sofa-bed and a bookshelf. We spent one night at the camp site on the other side of the river.
During the night the most amazing rain and thunderstorm swept through the narrow valley, and the thunder echoed off of the tall mountains on both sides. The van was not insulated, and the rain was hammering so hard on the roof, I had to dig out earplugs in order to go to sleep.
As you can see, the next day the sky cleared up and the sun came out.
This is the kind of experience that sticks with you as a fond memory! :-)
Sunday Bridges LXXXIX
Shadow Shot Sunday #184