Deep in the woods, along the banks of the Cottonwood River, the arches of the Clements stone arch bridge appear through a break in the dense growth. For a brief moment it takes on the mystery of other great, man-made antiquities. It isn’t a lost city, though Kansas protects its share. As far as I know, no humans were sacrificed here. Despite the sound of wind in the branches, trickling water, and crows, there is a profound silence to this place.