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Wabash Cannonball Bridge 1
This bridge is the bridge across the Wabash River from Indiana to my hometown. It carried it's first passenger train on December 13, 1872. I have crossed it hundreds of times on various modes of transportation. I have been on the river under it more times than I can count. It is the only way out of my hometown when snow has drifted all the roads shut in the winter.
It was reopened the summer of 1996 as a toll road. The toll is 50 cents each way for a single axle vehicle. People drove across it for years even when it wasn't an official road. It originally didn't have the guardrail and the only thing separating you from the river was the 2" steel pipe. I have been over it in a car when people had cut pieces of trees from the river bottoms to fill holes where boards had rotted away.
It is also known as the "Purple Head Bridge" due to a local myth. Cars, trucks, trains, tractors, and back hoes have all gone over the edge. People have jumped from it, climbed it, and obviously painted it, and it has caught on fire three times that I know of. It is one part of home that will always have a spot in my heart. It is simply part of who I am.
Wabash Cannonball Bridge 1
This bridge is the bridge across the Wabash River from Indiana to my hometown. It carried it's first passenger train on December 13, 1872. I have crossed it hundreds of times on various modes of transportation. I have been on the river under it more times than I can count. It is the only way out of my hometown when snow has drifted all the roads shut in the winter.
It was reopened the summer of 1996 as a toll road. The toll is 50 cents each way for a single axle vehicle. People drove across it for years even when it wasn't an official road. It originally didn't have the guardrail and the only thing separating you from the river was the 2" steel pipe. I have been over it in a car when people had cut pieces of trees from the river bottoms to fill holes where boards had rotted away.
It is also known as the "Purple Head Bridge" due to a local myth. Cars, trucks, trains, tractors, and back hoes have all gone over the edge. People have jumped from it, climbed it, and obviously painted it, and it has caught on fire three times that I know of. It is one part of home that will always have a spot in my heart. It is simply part of who I am.