That's the Duluth Lift Bridge.
To the left is Noche. If you've never met her than you prolly haven't sufficiently had your socks licked by a dog. Above is the Duluth Lift Bridge. It doesn't draw open like common bridges, NO - it does not. The whole thing lifts up into the air. Once, a mentally disabled woman got stuck on it. She freaked out when the bell went off signaling it's raising. So she stayed on it for fifty feet or so and then layed down to look over the edge, sheering her torso off when it passed by an I-beam. Onlookers, some of whom I know, saw her torso plunge 75 feet or so to the pavement during dinner hour from the deck of Grandmas Restaurant.
I'm never around when anything cool happens.
I'm never around when anything cool happens.