Down With A Bang
When I was a kid, 2 or 3 summers in a row, we went camping up in Port Henry, either at the village campground or Bulwagga Bay. We always went with our friends, the Koch's and I always remembered having a good time. Both campgrounds were sandwiched between railroad tracks and Lake Champlain. So 2 of the most vivid memories of these trips were placing pennies on the tracks (and then returning after the train went buy to find paper thin, smushed coins) and waking up in the morning and looking out over the lake and seeing the bridge. It was a cool sight and I think one time we actually drove over it. So when I heard the news in Oct. that it was coming down, part of me was a little sad. I really think, if I lived closer, I may had drove up to watch it.
So, here here to the bridge...thanks for the memories and hope your replacement looks just like you.
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