That weekend, we stayed in a little campground with half-dead trees the width of broom handles. These little sticks did nothing to slow the wind before it slammed into our trailer. Thankfully, though, when we went sightseeing, the wind let up. Yay!
The highlight of the trip was the bridge in Lethbridge. Sure, I’d seen that bridge every time I’d been to Lethbridge – and, over the course of my life time, that was a lot - but I can’t remember the last time I went down to the base of the bridge to Indian Battle Park and looked up at it. Like that scene in Dead Poets Society when they stand on their desks… sometimes you need to experience familiar things from a new perspective.
No one is allowed to walk on the bridge, but I wonder what it'd be like to stand in the middle, on the top and look down... Then again, I think I could give myself vertigo just imagining it.
The High Level Bridge (aka the Lethbridge Viaduct), which opened in 1909, is beautiful. It is a steel trestle over the wide coulee of the Oldman River. The structure is over 1.6 kilometers (1 mile) long and just shy of 100 meters (314 feet) high. They say it is the largest railway bridge in Canada… maybe the world.
The bridge is a striking piece of history, engineering and industrialization. The metal work appears lacy and delicate against the blue sky, when you stand at the base there is no mistaking the enduring strength of the structure.
Have you ever been awed by the engineering ingenuity still evident in the old structures in your own community?