In Seattle, there is a ghost bridge.  A bridge that leads to nowhere and appears only when the sun comes out.  I generally only see if from my car, stuck in traffic on 520.  You can hear the screaming before you notice the bridge.  Then you notice it.  towering above the Arboretum.  Normally there are people standing on it, peering over the edge.  If you watch long enough, sometimes you'll see someone throw themselves off.  Most times, you only hear the screams.

This past weekend, luck was on my side.  It was the birthday of one Francis Brown and we were able to follow the rainbow to this mystical bridge.  We basked in the sun as the ghost bridge taunted us.  Finally, three of us gave in to the sirens call.


Francis, David, Mike jumping off Ghost Bridge - Seattle Washington, Aug 2009.