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.
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But the new bridge might be less likely to fall apart and kill you, so that's something.
I agree with Rogue, not dying in a bridge collapse is probably better than preserving the rusted version you like so well.
Pretty picture.
But the new bridge is ugly and doesn't make me think of childhood at all.
Bridges with beams are much cooler. The new one in Charleston, SC has them, so bummer yours wasn't built the same way.
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