Tuesday, October 18, 2011

It was like my own personal Bridge To Terabithia (I Get Paid For Doing This)

About every two months or so, I have to drive out to Richland County. The drive itself is boring: the road is almost completely straight for about 60 miles with little to nothing by way of scenery.

But what I liked about it was that halfway through, there was an old metal bridge that was, for a while, rusted and painted a kind of blue. The bridge crossed the Wisconsin River (I think it's the Wisconsin River) and driving across it for some reason always made me smile, the quick-flicks of shadows flitting over my windshield and my face, the old-timey-ness of the bridge making me think, for some reason, of childhood -- the bridge seemed to filter the sunlight in such a way that everything, for just a second, was both brighter and somehow faded.

Then they built the new bridge, and now when I cross the Wisconsin River, this is as close as I get to the Old Bridge:



Sometimes progress isn't.

5 comments:

Rogue Mutt said...

But the new bridge might be less likely to fall apart and kill you, so that's something.

Rusty Webb said...

I agree with Rogue, not dying in a bridge collapse is probably better than preserving the rusted version you like so well.

Michael Offutt said...

Pretty picture.

Briane P said...

But the new bridge is ugly and doesn't make me think of childhood at all.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Bridges with beams are much cooler. The new one in Charleston, SC has them, so bummer yours wasn't built the same way.