we walked across the trestle bridge above the DVP
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2002.11.08
Did something silly today. There's a trestle bridge that crosses the Don Valley near the former brickworks. I crossed it while on a wander down the valley. As it passes over a major highway and a river and has no railings along its 300m length, it was a bit nerve-jangling when the wind picked up. But a lot of fun. I learned from this experience that it's possible to feeling a guilty/foolish sense of accomplishment.