i herd you like bridges
APPARENTLY YOU ARE A FAN OF BRIDGES.
In York, Maine, there is this weird little causeway with a suspension footbridge that leads to a wooded preserve. I’ve ridden by it pretty frequently for the last few years, and the other day I ventured across it on my bike. Then I took a picture of a bridge behind a bridge.
Then I made a stupid internet joke about it.
My interest in bridges has increased significantly over the last few weeks, as I am currently plowing through “Bridges and Men” by Joseph Gies. It’s a pretty fantastic book, outlining the history of bridge building and the MEN (yeah, that’s right, women are too stupid to handle engineering and build bridges) who built them.
On a side note, the Sagamore/”Singing”/meat grinder bridge in Portsmouth has had its weight limit lowered as it’s falling apart.
I’ll give you a second to properly think through a fat mom joke.
Moving on. The Memorial Bridge and Sarah Long Bridge (carrying 1A and Route 1, respectively, over the Piscataqua to Maine) also have significantly lowered weight limits, as they, too, are falling apart.
I should consider starting a ferry service.
