I guess they needed the room to pour more footings below. This is the end of the road for foot traffic on the south side of the Memorial Bridge. Actually, the south sidewalk is closed on both ends, and there are construction supplies stacked thereon. But if a person was stumbling across that side of the bridge unawares, he’d end up having a really bad day at the end.

There’s actually a pretty good chunk of roadway missing here, too. Anyone who’s crossed the Missouri River here can attest to that. While a row of sturdy concrete barriers prevents anyone from driving off the side, there’s an open slab on the other side of them. Much of the roadway has been cut away, presumably to make room for the work being performed below.

I remember when this bridge had a grated deck. When I was younger, one of the highlights of coming back to North Dakota to visit family was the ride across the bridge deck, looking down to see the river and boaters below. Sadly, that deck was covered by concrete in the 1990s. It was a real trip taking a motorcycle across that grate, as the pattern of the gridwork would cause vehicle tires to “swim” back and forth slightly as they crossed. It was wild.

I also remember crossing this bridge on my BMX bike in the middle of the night, way back when. I was looking out over the river when I came across one of the metal access panels in the sidewalk. It made a nasty *clang* as I rode over it, and it scared me half to death! I seem to remember there being a patch in the sidewalk at one time that was grating as well, but I don’t remember much more specifically about it.

I also remember when there was no Expressway Bridge; in fact, I got my learner’s permit the week that it opened. Prior to that, Memorial Highway saw a lot more traffic from the Memorial Bridge. The Holiday Inn there flourished and was probably the biggest hotel in town at the time. I competed in the state spelling bee there in 1982-1983, and President Reagan even stayed there once. After people began to bypass the Memorial Bridge for the new Expressway, the Holiday Inn began its slow demise. It changed hands a few times before finally being condemned, then razed to make way for the new Bank of North Dakota building. It’ll be interesting to see what the new bank and new bridge do for the area’s development.

As for the title of this post: Where the Sidewalk Ends is a book of funny kids’ poems by Shel Silverstein. When I was younger and lived out in the mountains, my cousin Carolyn would read that book to me every time we’d visit her house. During our last visit with her and her husband before we moved back to North Dakota, she gave me a copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends with a nice little note written in the front. I read that book a LOT when we first arrived here in Bismarck. Last summer I dusted it off and read it again, and was able to reminisce with Carolyn about that when we went west on our honeymoon last year. To me it will always be a part of my North Dakota experience; Shel and his poems were there to comfort me when I was a little kid, transplanted (back) to North Dakota and missing my mountain home.