The Trowbridge

I saw no evidence of goats or sacrifices on a recent visit here, but if you’re in the area it’s sort of fun to visit it. There are, inexplicably, warnings on either side that it is «private» and «closed to the public» or words to that effect, but there are no barriers to people or cars, and to the untrained eye it looks like nothing more than an aging (1931), underutilized bridge over a set of railroad tracks. The view up and down the tracks is an uncharacteristically long one in this flat part of the country, and it’s peaceful. I agree that it’s kind of anticlimactic and there are surely more energizing things to do in the area but I rather liked my time here.

Okay. It’s a railroad bridge. I know. But bear with me. Because apparently devil worshipers come here to sacrifice goats. Right. That was the rumor, so of course we came; actually, we came here a few times during my senior year in high school. Once a few people climbed down to check it out. I think I stayed and made out with someone in the car. All in all, it’s totally anticlimactic, but it’s still thrilling if you’re in high school and had nothing better to do. Long live the Trowbridge!