OK, i was overoptimistic when i announced that i’d be getting photos on this expedition of all the remaining bridges over the Sacramento River. I already knew some of the railroad bridges would be impossible to get, but i hadn’t counted on some other problems conspiring against photos of other bridges. Still, there were many successes.
I drove up to Redding in the early morning, parked in the lot at the foot of the Diestelhorst Bridge, pulled the Segway from the car, and set out west on the south side of the Sacramento River Trail, a paved and striped bicycle/pedestrian trail that goes all the way to Shasta Dam.
More importantly for me, since the dam is way out of Segway range, at the 2.5 mile mark there is the Sacramento River Trail Bridge, built in 1990 and popularly called the Ribbon Bridge. The bridge itself is only sixteen inches thick, and i think it would be way more dramatic if they did away with those silly guardrails. I mean, it would be so terrifying to cross that nobody would ever fall off from inattention. And hey, Tom Daley routinely jumps into the water from a higher point. OK, neither fully clothed nor on a bicycle.
Then i rode across it and took a shot looking into the mouth.
And then went east along the river trail on the north side of the river to get this parting shot.
Then east on the trail back to the Lake Redding Bridge, from the southern part of which i took this shot of the 1915 Diestelhorst Bridge.
Back to the northern foot of the 1996 Lake Redding Bridge, popularly called the New Diestelhorst Bridge, for this shot of the other end of the Diestelhorst Bridge.
Then a hundred yards east for this twofer shot of the Lake Redding Bridge in front of the Diestelhorst Bridge.
Another two hundred yards east for this threefer, the 1939 Redding Trestle in front of the previous two bridges.
On to the Sundial Bridge, Calatrava’s spectacular 2004 confection. The link there has some incorrect statements about its being a working sundial. Picky sundial aficionados love explaining that while the bridge got its name because the pylon looks like the gnomon of a sundial, it is not actually a functioning sundial since the gnomon is at the wrong inclination to be accurate for this latitude. Besides that, in the wintertime its shadow falls out entirely in the arboretum, so while it would still be inaccurate, it’s not even usefully visible. Thus, owing to the abbreviated display area, the maximum timekeeping you get is only four hours a day in midsummer, and that, highly inaccurate. Furthermore, many descriptions of this bridge call it the world’s largest sundial, and it’s not even close. Still, it’s gorgeous.
From the deck.
And an art shot.
On the way back i couldn’t resist an underneath shot of the 1935 Redding Police Officer Owen “Ted” Lyon Memorial Bridge, still called the Market Street Bridge by the old folks.
Finally, back over the Diestelhorst Bridge to my car, where a kindly bicyclist caught me struggling to get the Segway into the back of it and severely wounded my ego by springing to my aid. Sure does annoy me that i’m getting so old and weak that lifting it into my car is becoming increasingly difficult even while my legs are becoming so impaired that it’s more and more necessary as a mobility device.
For my next bridge, i went north on I-5 to SR-151 to Shasta Dam. I’d done my homework, so i knew i could drive over the dam and then take a little road around to the foot of it to get a shot of the first bridge over the Sacramento River below Lake Shasta.
Alas, when i got to the dam, there was this huge gate blocking the road and big signs saying “Road Closed”. What? I wondered. So i pulled the car off to the side in front of this guard post to make an inquiry. Oh wow.
As i stepped out of the car, a jackbooted Heimat Sicherheit thug came running out at high alert, saying, “You can’t park here!” I told him i wanted to know about bike lane access. He responded, “Get back in your car.” I started explaining that i was trying to reach the little bridge across the river just below the dam, but he then shouted over me, “Get back in the car! You can’t stop here!” Oh my goodness, i’ve never felt so dangerous. How could he have intuited that i’d been radicalized by the Petaluma chapter of ISIS and packed the Prius to the gunwales with high explosives? “OK, OK”, i said, “Don’t shoot”, leaving out the “hands up” part to keep it friendly.
When i got back in the car, i spotted fifty yards away the visitor center and drove over there, where i got a warmer reception and was told that the road over the dam had been closed to vehicles since 9/11. Well yes, if terrorists blew up the dam, a hundred-foot wall of water would sweep down the canyon, taking out the little Keswick dam and much of Redding. Since the valley widens below Redding, only parts of Anderson and Red Bluff would be destroyed as the flood swept down the valley to the bay. More importantly, thousands of people would die in Redding since they’d have little if any warning, the dam being only 14 miles upriver.
The good news was that i could, indeed, ride my Segway over the dam and down along the road to a point fairly close to the bridge although access to the bridge itself is blocked For Security Reasons.
So i went back to the car, pulled the Segway out, and returned to the vociferous gate guard who, having seen me go to the Visitor’s Center, knew i knew my rights and let me in. Win win. He got to play his role to the fullest, and i got to go onto the dam. That said, i’m not sure i will ever adjust to being routinely perceived now as a threat to my country.
But then, when i rolled out onto the dam, i was transfixed by the vista it provided of Mt. Shasta fully covered in snow thanks to our substantial winter precipitation this year. This was formerly the norm, but henceforth, thanks to global warming, it’ll be only during the good years.
When i turned around and spotted the nondescript little bridge, i realized i didn’t need to ride down close to it since there was no way i could get a better shot down there than zooming in like this.
Well, on the way back up the road away from the dam i found a pullout from which i could zoom in on an end shot of the little bridge. I could find absolutely nothing about this bridge on the Internet, but i assume that it was built during the construction of the dam. There was formerly a campground down there that had been discussed on the BLM website, but the campground has been closed and the BLM discussion removed. Security.
Then back north on I-5 for its crossing of the Pit Arm of Lake Shasta, where i stopped for a photo of the Pit River Bridge because, even though it’s not over the Sacramento River, it’s spectacular and famous. If you were ever going to click on one of my links, do it on that one, as it’s great.
And while i was there, i took another shot of Mt. Shasta over the water of the Pit Arm.
Now back to Sacramento River bridges, so it’s north on I-5 to the 1941 Antlers Bridge. That link provides information about the old Antlers Bridge, which is now being torn down since the new bridge was finally opened last month. Here’s a shot of the old bridge through the trusses of a railroad bridge of which i could get no shot. You can see pilings for the new bridge behind the old bridge as well as the tops of trucks running on the new bridge.
The next morning on the way home i got this shot of the new bridge with a bit of the old bridge visible behind it.
A couple miles north there are two railroad bridges, neither of which i was even able to see, but i was prepared for this and was thus not terribly disappointed.
Oh no, the disappointment came a few minutes later when i got off the freeway again at the community of Delta with the expectation of getting a shot of the 1934 Fender Ferry Bridge, located at the end of the eponymous road, well, except that the road is spelled “Fenders” on both the maps i found showing it. Worse, neither Google Maps nor Mapquest accurately depicts the situation on the ground, both showing Fenders Ferry Road accessible off Delta School Road. In reality, Delta School Road comes to an abrupt dead end after a couple hundred yards, so i fruitlessly drove the entire length of another road called Delta Road before i saw on the map a second road called Fenders Ferry Road accessible off Dog Creek Road.
So i dove under I-5 to Dog Creek Road, and sure enough, after two hundred yards there was on the left an unlabeled road, onto which i turned.
Oh. My. God. The road was more like a trail – deeply rutted, punctuated with potholes, and periodically glazed with ice. So of course i proceeded because i wanted that bridge! Well, until after a few hundred yards at 4 or 5 MPH i came to a puddle fringed with ice covering the road. How deep is this puddle? i wondered.
Let’s think about this. If i roll forward until the front wheels plunge over the edge of the abyss leaving me hopelessly stuck and i take out my primitive little cell phone and confirm there’s no signal way out here, all i’d have to do is wrestle the Segway out of the back of the car and ride with the remaining juice in the battery back to where i’d seen houses in hopes of finding one that was occupied during the winter.
And if i couldn’t find an occupied house, i could probably stagger and stumble back up onto I-5 and flag down a passing motorist before i died of exposure although death might be a preferable alternative to the motorist asking what i was thinking when i drove a Prius down that road.
So i turned back.
Got onto I-5 and exited at Pollard Flat, where there was a crumb of success. I was able to (barely) photograph this railroad bridge from Eagles Roost Road.
What i was not able to do was find North Salt Creek Road, for which i was hunting because my maps show it crossing the Sacramento River, presumably on a bridge about which i DuckDuckWent unsuccessfully. Here’s a shot of what i suspect is the beginning of North Salt Creek Road. Perhaps it’ll be open in the summer, but i was deterred as much by wondering whether i could get back up that patch of ice visible at the bottom as i was by the sign.
But then, some success. I followed Eagles Roost Road north and was able to get shots of two bridges on I-5 over the river. The first.
And the second. Yes, it sure does look a lot like the first, but both were built in 1989 and i promise you it’s a different bridge.
There were two more railroad bridges above this I-5 bridge that i couldn’t get, but i went on north to Sims Road to get a shot of the bridge on it over the river. Alas, the road leading to the bridge was too thickly forested to get a shot, and there was no place to stop to even get a shot into the mouth. So i drove on across the bridge in hopes of finding a good vantage there. Grrrrrr, none. And then, then, mirabile dictu, i veered into the Sims Campground parking area to turn around and blundered onto the Sims Bridge, a marvelous little suspension bridge for pedestrians, built in 1933 by the CCC and not shown on any of my maps. How sweet that was.
I couldn’t resist a shot into the mouth since i couldn’t get it from the side, being afraid that if i took the Segway out onto the icy trail down to the riverbank, i’d not be able to get back up…with or without the Segway.
Then i realized, oh hey, if i very carefully walked out onto the footbridge, i bet i could see the new bridge for vehicles (about which i could find no information) fifty yards to the north. The serendipity was Shasta in the background.
All the bridge shots the rest of the afternoon were in such deep shade that they’re not worth showing, nor were the ones i took in Dunsmuir the next morning, but on the way home there was a glorious success.
Remember how i’d let that puddle deter me from going on toward the Fender Ferry Bridge? I took that exit again, carefully drove down that horrible little road, stopped at the puddle, snapped a dry branch off a convenient tree, and probed the puddle to determine that it was only about four inches deep and not concealing a bottomless mud pit.
So i drove through it, and fairly soon passed under I-5 where it crosses Dog Creek on the Dog Creek Bridge. If you squint you can get an idea of the shape that road was in.
And lo, after another two hundred yards, there was the 1934 Fender Ferry Bridge.
I crossed it and got this shot looking back with the old I-5 bridge over Puppy Creek in the background. I’m not trying to document bridges over the creeks feeding the Sacramento River, but this old bridge was so handsome that i searched and found nothing on the Internet.
And then back across the bridge for this shot to display the trusswork.
I’ll go back up there next summer to get shots of this bridge in the sun…as well as all the others that were in heavy shade, a couple i somehow didn’t look for, one i couldn’t find a road to, and maybe some more railroad bridge shots.
It was a great adventure and i hope you enjoyed it. One thing for sure, this trip underlined for me the truth of Henry Reed’s line, “maps are of time, not place” in his poem “Judging Distances”. What they showed when made is no longer necessarily true. Well, if it was even true then.