My boat at Beaver lake in 2003.
There's a place that brings back memories. Soon after my students would "solo", I'd give them a simulated engine failure over Beaver Lake.
Abbreviated version:
"Where are we going to land?" I'd ask.
"I don't know...there's no good place!"
"Why not Lost Bridge?"
"Where?"
"That airport over there."
"That's an airport?" They'd inevitably ask as they nervously surveyed the tree-lined thirty foot wide strip of blacktop that had mostly deteriorated into gravel, which also ran up the side of a mountain with a fifty foot elevation change from one end to another.
I've met a lot of people who never completed their training because once they soloed they lost interest. The approach, landing, and departure from Lost Bridge was intended to show there was still a lot to learn. After the experience, students would go home even more excited than they had been after soloing.
This image from Google Earth really doesn't do Lost Bridge justice, but I don't have any actual photos.