Painting a bridge

On the way back to Kentucky, we crossed a bridge over the Ohio River. They were painting the bridge, so of course, we chose the lanes they were painting. They were the slower lanes, but we chose them on purpose because on the way over, we had seen that...


...they had put up a tent over the bridge. How cool is that?


Actually, it was really hot and stinky in the tent and we were glad to get out into the sunshine again.