January 11, 2010

PDX Bridge Festival

Posted in Favorite Things, portland at 8:20 pm by Nova Newcomer

Share your story about Portland’s bridges.

Here’s what I wrote:

I remember the first time I got to drive by myself over the Fremont Bridge. It was a cool, fall sun setting on the sky and I remember seeing the arch coming up into view and two waving flags greeting me to the freedom of the road. To the chill air coming in from the sunroof and the backdrop of our humble skyline, I dreamed anything was possible.

The other memory I have is walking over the Hawthorne Bridge and being mesmerized by the grating that made the road. It was exhilarating to see the river below and foreboding. The sound of the cars going over it, a distant memory of coming of age in Portland — that this is what it meant to be from somewhere.

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