Just outside of Mount Jewett, PA. –
Where Sherry grew up –
Is the Kinzua State Park Bridge!
Built in the 1800s –
It was at the time the highest railroad bridge in the country.
Stretching a mile across the Kinzua valley ( This was home to the Seneca Indian Tribe)
And over three hundred feet high-
It was a major route for coal from Erie to Pittsburgh.
Many times during her youth, she walked across this trestle.
Her father rode a snowmobile across it.
Then, it was only used as a tourist train that would bring folks across it.
I remember while on the golf course in Kane-
A train would come past with smoke bellowing from the smokestack and a whistle blowing!
Then, many years ago –
A tornado tore up the valley and took half the structure down.
Today, it has been refurbished on the half that still stands.
It sits today as a state park.
You can walk all the way out to the end,
And a structural glass floor allows you to gaze over 300 feet straight down!
I am the only member of our family who does not venture out there! LOL
In this picture are our friends,
The McBrides,
Who also grew up in the area just across the NYS border!
This is at the top of the structure but below the entranceway.
You can see straight through the bridge to the end where the viewing platform is!
Thus producing for the four of us –
TIME IN PICTURE!
A little smile for the day!
We lived in NVA – about twenty miles from Washington, DC.
Every year, we would take the Metro into the city –
During the ROLLING THUNDER –
To see the endless Sea of motorcycles.
This picture is but one of the many fields of parked bikes.
For almost seven years from 1974 until 1981-
I rode a motorcycle.
I never was in DC, but many times I rode to Wheeling, W.V.
I was a fan of the Grand Old Opera there!
I had an accident –
A new driver –
Just got her license –
I was behind her at a red light.
Up in Amherst, N.Y., on my way to Cedar Point in Ohio.
The light went green, and she started out as I did-
But she stalled the VW and never stepped on the brake.
The only thing I could do was lay the bike on its side.
I ended up almost under her bumper-
But that made me feel that it was only a matter of time-
So I sold it and never rode again.
You always had to watch the other person.
We loved going to see the motorcycles in D.C.
Thus, this creates –
TIME IN PICTURE!
The Jefferson Memorial is on the basin in D.C.
This is looking across to the memorial from the Martin Luther King Memorial.
At the time, it was being repaired.
Many times, we would just take the Metro or drive in.
D.C. is the only city where I do not feel closed in.
It has restrictions on how tall buildings can be.
It is also spread out with huge open spaces.
My favorite city to visit –
And walk around.
This is another TIME IN PICTURE!
On one of many paths we had to walk in Brambleton, VA.
We miss those walks!
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