....gaping at the counter weights, the size of Volkswagons, then the whistle blows and a quiet engine starts to hum.....the big wheels barely turn, the piston moves like the hour hand of a watch....but lo and behold, as the counter weights inch closer to the pavement, the sucker goes up! Three swans glide through, the crowd roars with the hilarity of that, but they are followed by a tall masted sailboat. And the bridge comes back down! And we all applaud because well, heck, we thought it gave up the ghost decades ago!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Mystic, CT.
I know you've already seen the traditional seaport/village shots of Mystic, so here are some not so traditional photos for your entertainment. As the daughter of an engineer, I feel duty-bound to always include a dam, a lock or a bridge so here you go. We crossed this bridge on foot, marvelling at what an antique is was and how cool it must have been when it actually functioned as a drawbridge, shaking our heads pityingly at its coating of rust, etc., and then learned that 40 minutes after every hour of the day, it still goes up. Everyone gathers to watch this.....
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