Look at this picture and see if you spot anything interesting.
Let’s try a little closer…
See it yet?
Don’t feel bad, the first time I was here I didn’t see it either, although I had an idea of what was coming.
I was on Route 64 West, about 10 miles outside of Taos, when suddenly I was dangling (well, that’s not the right word exactly – driving) approximately 565 feet above the Rio Grande River.
Throwing caution (and my fear of heights) to the wind, and keeping a firm grip on my smartphone, I marched out on the bridge to take a few photos. I was here a few years ago and I hadn’t heard that it had collapsed and been rebuilt since then so I had a little confidence that it would remain standing.
Looking north from the center:
Looking DOWN from the center (one eye closed, phone held out over the edge):
Looking out towards the south:
And looking down towards the rapids on the south side:
And not to make light of a serious problem, but this suicide hotline call box was out in the middle of the bridge. I wonder how many calls they actually get, once someone has come this far….
Looking back towards Taos. The reason suddenly appearing on this bridge was such a surprise is that there is no superstructure above ground level indicating what you are about to do. One minute you’re driving in the desert, and the next you are high above the Rio Grande.
Some Native American artwork on the bridge railing: