



As we stepped down underneath the edge of the bridge, we could see across the whole Mississippi. The giant bridge had been painted all the way from where we were standing, to the other side of the river. We could see the tags run atop the first supports -- all the way beneath the road, high above the river. If you take a close look, you can see it. I can only imagine how crazy it must have been to scale the underside of that bridge. It's quite a drop down...




The dogs were running around like crazy-dogs, over rocks, mud and piles of smashed spraypaint cans. It was beautiful, and weird. Sort of like a strange, hidden place. I wonder how many people have been down there to see it?