Old Alexandra

 

A short distance down the road on the way home from Hell's Gate is the old Alexandra Bridge.  I don't know what it is, but I love to stop there and walk across the old span.  I guess I figure that one day, it too will be deemed "unsafe", and you won't be able to cross it.  We got to see the 200-car train roll by as we waiting in the broiling sun to cross the CN tracks, and then we got to see some serious fishing going on, and then it was time to saddle up and head home.  A leisurely ride home via Hwy 7 on the north side of the Fraser got us home just in time to make ourselves scarce while C hosted a "small" gathering for some 15 of her friends.  Nothing like the tables being turned!