WEEK 34

Bridges and Rails

This bridge over a set of train tracks might be the closest thing to a hill that we have around. Two dirt roads lead unexpectedly to a large overpass-like bridge on the backend of a small Minnesotan town. The closest paved road is at least 3 miles, and yet the town decided that they needed to build this bridge. I wonder if they thought the town would grow out that far. Maybe they were planning for a the new gold rush of 2020? Maybe they thought that instead of gold people would be making mad dashes to take in the scenic beauty of cornfields and soybeans. Maybe instead of gold, people are going to flock to Minnesota countrysides by the thousands in search of craft beer and a personal lake house.  

Humans, always the eternal optimists.