The bridge will probably be gone soon. It’s getting old and tired. I drove to a vantage point and looked out over the arch, the water, the cars rushing over the span. I spent a lot of time traveling over that bridge. It was wonderful if I managed to be there just in time to see the setting sun reflecting in the water. Other times I became nervous when the wind blew straight into the cars, nudging us closer and closer to the edge. Whatever sort of bridge day it was, I always looked both ways as I drove over it. To my left, I saw the southbound counterpart – flat, uninspiring, and bare-headed. To my right, I saw calm water and tree-covered hills.