The bridge in Carrbridge isn’t just old. It’s survived floods, frost, and the kind of Scottish weather that makes you question your choices. People come here for the photos, but standing on those stones, you realize: this was built to last when nothing else around here really does. Villages change. Names fade. But the bridge stays, even as the river keeps trying to erase it. I didn’t expect to feel anything, but I did. Maybe it’s the weight of all the crossings—funerals, farmers, kids daring each other in the rain. Maybe it’s just knowing that some things outlast us, and that’s both comforting and a little sad. #TravelReflections #HiddenHistory #ScotlandUnfiltered #Travel