When I was little, we lived in Valley, near Truro. We made frequent trips to town, and on the way home, my sister and I would beg whichever parent was driving to take us over the “Big Big Bridge, please!” We often got our way, because there were several routes home and this particular route was no longer than any other.
The Big, Big Bridge is not over water, troubled or not. It crosses over a railyard on the east side of Truro, probably the biggest railyard in Nova Scotia outside Halifax. Passing through Truro the other day, my son and I walked across it – the first time I had ever done that. Here’s the view.