Its been perfect weather for the past few weeks down here. It's hard to not want to spend every waking moment outside.
I made a special effort to stop at the top of the bridge last time to take pictures, so of course this time I got to the top just as the bridge started opening.
It's crazy to think that there are boats tall enough to need a bridge this high to still open.
I never really noticed how eerily quiet the mechanisms of the drawbridge are. I guess because it works on hydraulics? It just seems outrageous for something to large and complex seeming could operate making barely any noise.
I also liked that in the maybe 5 minutes that the bridge was up a seagull landed on one of the horizontal traffic lights just like, "Oh, a new place for me to sit". He seemed genuinely surprised when the bridge started going down and his roost got turned upright.
Stopping and pondering the mechanics of a drawbridge made me realize I had never explored the area under the bridge, so I made a little detour on my way down.
If you're wondering what's under the bridge it's basically a lot of drunks. Some homeless, some tourists waiting for the water taxi. And no, Jon, this is not the water taxi:
Cause if it were I'd be taking it to work and back on the daily.
