What's a park without a bridge. Parks should have trails that fork, detours that circumvent a moral dilemma, lots of vivacious sigmoid curves that beckon the intrepid, and most important of all ... at least one bridge. Some bridges are wooden, some are steel, while the most charming are stone. Some bridges are flat and some are curved, while the most thrilling sway as you walk on them. If our parks didn't have bridges I would need to find some place else to life. This bridge is steel and rings when you ride over it with a bicycle. I think of it as the ringing, singing bridge and it marks the near end point of my southward journey through this park before it reaches the lakefront and yet another steel bridge. This bridge is cute because the span is short, just enough to span a slow-moving drainage ditch. I find that Eastern phoebe often build a nest under it and they do so without a posted permit. I saw a Black-billed cuckoo sitting on the opposite side to where the camera took this photo. The drainage ditch flows into a creek, which then flows into L. Ontario. It is in the east-end.
