Last Saturday we were wandering around Penn’s Landing, admiring the Benjamin Franklin Bridge from afar, and then we decided we should probably walk across it.
From Penn’s Landing, it takes a lot longer to get to the entrance of the bridge than you might think. And that long time feels like an extra long time when you’re in the summer sun.
We almost abandoned the mission when the pedestrian walkway was closed on one side of the bridge, which meant getting to the other side via this dodgy pedestrian tunnel.
But we pushed through, made it to the other side, and started the walk across the bridge duly aware of our own risk.
We almost immediately dumped the idea of walking all the way across the bridge into Camden, New Jersey, because we couldn’t think of one thing we wanted to do there.
We were also hungry and sweaty – there was no need to subject Camden to that.
But we still remained committed to at least half of the bridge.
The BFB opened for cars in 1926, and at that time it was the longest suspension bridge in the world.
It lost that status three years later thanks to the Ambassador Bridge in Detroit.
But Detroit ruining everything aside, the BFB is still a feat of engineering and testament to American work ethic and all that good stuff.
The view is pretty cool, too, so the bridge is also kind of a testament to Philadelphia.
We walked to the halfway point of the bridge, then headed back towards Old City.
Philadelphia is pretty good at summertime. And bridges.