Back in the 60s I was a bridge wimp. A bridge over a large expanse of water was the worst. I’ve written about the time we did NOT cross the Mackinac Bridge in Michigan. I probably had a panic attack but I didn’t know then what to call it. We were going to drive the bridge in our 1959 Plymouth hardtop, just so we could say we had done it. It is such a landmark! But I refused. Thankfully, Jim was sympathetic and comforted me.
Over the years, maybe after flying a few times, it became easier to drive a bridge over water. I’ve always been fascinated by bridge construction – the complexity, the gracefulness, and the fact that they WORK. Here are a few of my favorite bridges.