Untitled — 2 years ago
So Chris,” I finally whispered, knowing he was waiting for the question, “what’s the deal with this bridge?”
He leaned back, getting as comfortable as one can on a rock, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “It’s called the Bridge to Nowhere. Back in the 1930s, they tried to build a highway through the East Fork to connect the San Gabriel Valley with the desert,” he said, motioning eastward over the mountains. “But the great flood of 1938 washed away all those plans and the highway, leaving only the bridge.”
Chris paused, then added, “It rained steadily for 4 days.”
