Water Under The Bridge

This is another remembrance of the past that popped into my mind today.

Back in 1955 or 1956, my sister, brother-in-law and I, along with a bunch of friends, went up to the Peace River bridge for a late summer picnic.

To this day, I have no idea what possessed us; but Fred Somers and I climbed one of the towers of the suspension bridge. With cameras at the ready, we took several pictures of the beautiful surrounding scenery.

I still have the 35mm slides but Fred, who has now passed on, did not have film in his camera.

As noted in the link, the bridge collapsed in 1957 and was replaced by a more efficient but less attractive structure.