The guard house, which someone staffed to allow vehicular traffic across, remains. Here’s a shot of the bridge from inside the little shack.
The bridge stands today as a reminder to visitors of the area’s former vitality. It attracts many a ghost-towner or photographer looking for the right shot.
On the day I visited in Autumn 2010, my good friend Belinda was in our group of lookie-looers. She grew up in the area and regaled me with stories of how she and her friends would jump off the bridge into the Red Deer River below.
She lost herself in the memories, while I went off to calm my queasy stomach.