I took a short sojourn to the remains of Highway 40 just west of the Spoede Road overpass right before demolition began. Apparently it was one of the oldest bridges on the highway, and now I imagine it is gone. I literally heard birds chirping when I hopped out of the car. It was sublime; the giant earth movers lined up like silent sentinels with the bare dirt stretching out into the distance.
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