Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Spruce Street Bridge

This beautiful suspension bridge is located up the street a little ways from our house. It connects our side of Arroyo Canyon to the other side, which holds all of the riches of Hillcrest and Bankers Hill. I've walked our dog across it countless times, crossed it with each of my babies strapped to me, and pushed a double stroller across it just yesterday on our way to the park. I will say that anyone with a fear of heights probably need not apply. It's old, creaky, wiggly, really high up, and not equipped with the greatest of guard-rails. But if you can face that fear, like my brave friend Marcy did (she once ran across it in record time!), it is so worth it.

As much as I love the bridge though, it makes me a little nervous as a mom in terms of what the future may bring. Like any public space, there is an "element" to be mindful of. And let's just say the teens congregate there two-by-two as soon as dusk rolls around. Can't say I blame them. What I wouldn't have done to live near a semi-excluded, slightly death-defying, dizzily romantic place like that back in high school. But we'll cross that bridge (sorry) when we come to it. For now, it's a neighborhood gem that reminds me to appreciate nature and live in the moment more every time I cross it.

2 comments:

Alice Q. Foodie said...

I love the Spruce Street Bridge. I used to live on Olive Street, a few blocks from the park, and I would go for runs down First Avenue, across the bridge and around the little neighborhood over there. I love that spot!

Marcy said...

Thanks Heidi. My palms just got sweaty with the memory!