One of the things that was high (no pun intended!) on our list of things to do while back in the USA was to revisit the high bridge. It must have some other official name, but if it does I don't know it. It is located just a bit south of East Farmington. How's that for good directions!
This is a railroad bridge that spans the one of the widest vallies over the St Croix River that I have seen. It is a scary, dangerous place but worth the risk for the incredible view.
Just the week before we visited it, a couple was out on it, after dark, and the girl fell off and plunged to her death below. Her boyfriend said he could not see her fall but heard her one scream and then the awful sound of her body hitting the struts below and finally, the splash into the water. Ugh. Still, out we ventured!
We are always on the lookout and listen out for an approaching train. There is that little sidewalk that you see in the photo above, but rumor, or legend, has it that if you don't hang on tight to the rail, you will be sucked under the train. Knowing that a train could come along any second adds just another level of adrenaline to the situation.
But look at this view!
Turn around and look up river.
Or, if you prefer, you can just look straight down!
Another view down river, but I wanted to show you something specific. See that little round dark spot just where the shadows start towards the bottom?
Here's that spot zoomed in on.
Yup. It's one of many, many tires that people throw off the bridge. On this day, I spotted multiple tires, several TV's, washing machines and even a grocery shopping cart down there! There was even an old lawnmower that somebody tossed but it got hung up on the struts and was just swinging there in the breeze. You can only see it if you hang over the side just a bit. As much as I love all of you, I was not about to do that with a camera in my hand!
This is a gorgeous spot to visit, if it isn't too windy. I think the reason people throw things off the bridge is summed up in the punch line of this old, old joke.
Mother: Son! Why did you poop in the well?
Son: Because I like to hear it go "plunk"!