A bridge looks simple from a mile off. Then you get closer and it turns into a handful of numbers, a bit of tide, and whatever the wind feels like doing in that channel. I’ve seen plenty of skippers stare up at steel like it’s going to answer back.
The trick is to treat the clearance like a moving target and your boat like it’s never quite the same twice. Tanks get topped off, dinghies migrate, antennas get “temporarily” added, and the water under you rarely matches the prediction as neatly as the book suggests.
Get the height right, give yourself room for motion and doubt, and have somewhere sensible to wait if the timing slips. Bridges don’t reward optimism, but they’re usually fair to good preparation.