With a theme of bridges or waters it is easy for me to find photos from our travels over the years and others in family archives. This got me to thinking and so I share the Capilano Suspension bridge in North Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada from our 1975 road trip. That was the year we and friends journeyed from our northern California homes to the Calgary Stampede and along the way stopped at Glacier Park; we left our group after Calgary and went west to Vancouver. Steve was only 11 and we had a wonderful three week adventure in our new pick up truck cab over camper, we'd consider that primitive traveling accommodations today but then it was the best we knew of and we were also younger.
I have always had an aversion to bridges, don't know why, an unreasonable fear because I grew up in western Pennsylvania where there are bridges across all the rivers and going from place to place meant crossing on the bridges. Today we live near the mighty Mississippi and my frequent LaCrosse journeys require my driving over the bridges, I still do not like them. But bridges that I really fear are these so called simple suspension bridges, or for automobiles the open to no railings such as the Mackinaw Bridge we crossed in July this year.
The Capilano Canyon Suspension bridge is advertised as the 8th wonder of the world, or it was in 1975. The postcard to the left shows it up there, 230 feet above the canyon and 450 feet long, or " 140 metres long and 70 metres above the river" according to their website today.
Well to an eleven year old it was just the ticket, a challenge to run across shouting, "no hands, Mom, come on out and look" . But to this mother, who was sure that something would snap, sending us all to a bloody demise below, it was a horror. Jerry and Steve both went back and forth to assure me it was perfectly safe. Hah! They were different than me, no way, the thing was obviously not stable, pedestrians pass another person by and there is a feeling of the unsteadiness. I only ventured a very few feet onto it so Jerry could take my picture. So much for conquering my fears, baloney!
This was years before digital cameras, so these photos are fading and are difficult to identify the people up there on the bridge amidst the forest of fir and cedar trees that are thousands of years old. You will see I am not a happy camper here.
|1975 Jerry and Steve in the middle of the Capilano Bridge|
They are the two tiny people in the middle behind the couple, closest.
I was taking this photo and recall refusing to get closer
|This is the back of the brochure I found with our photos|
I imagine there are going to be many wonderful bridge photos shared this week. Check out the Sepia site to browse the other responses to the prompt. http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2012/11/sepia-saturday-154-1-december-2012.html