Each evening on the ride home from work, I cross the Second Narrows Bridge. It is a spectacular ride up to the crest of the bridge and down at great speed over the bumpy construction joints. The bike lane is narrow. Two bicycles cannot pass in opposite directions. The cyclist coming up has to stop, pull to the side, and let the cyclist going down pass. Each such encounter is a friendly passing, with smiles and thank-yous to all.
This evening I stopped and took some photos of the memorial to those who died in the construction of the bridge. Only by bicycle can you get to the memorial. The average motorist speeding home across the bridge cannot see it. You need the leisure and privacy of a bicycle to see it.
Here are some photos that I took this evening. I post them as another tribute and memorial to those who died. I read their names. A tear came to my eye even though I knew them not. I can only give quiet and quick thought to them as I proceed across this magnificent bridge. Their death was not in vain; for their work benefits so many every day.
And here are a few photos of views from the crest of the bridge—all taken on a warm, misty evening in late June as I rode home.