Once it was a series of two wooden bridges across the river. Party kids burned the second bridge while getting fucked up there. I used to go across these bridges on the school bus as a hid. The second bridge was rebuilt but sometime in the late 70's early 80's it was set on fire again and never was it fixed again after that. So for around twenty years the bridges stood. One full the other mostly a burned black skeleton. Youth flocked there to party. To fuck. To take acid and scream at the moon. My hippy uncle and his friends hung out there when I was in grade school. Something magical and healing about the place. Dean Blaze got layed there. One hot summer in the late 90's the hard rains came. The river swelled up and the burned bridge twisted and was cast into an angle where you could not walk on it anymore. Not long after that both bridges where taken out by the owners of the land. Now that magical bridge returns in my dreams. I never go a week without dreaming of it. It takes different forms now. A great enclosed concrete bridge most often. It's location also shifts. Mostly its on Tyler road a few miles before 21st now.