The first time I crossed St. Johns Bridge from North Portland to Highway 30 I thought I was seeing a set piece from the Wizard of Oz. From the Wicked Witch of the West green metal to the ornate gothic towers that grace the only suspension bridge in Portland, I was transported not only across the Willamette River but also across the distance between dreams and reality. It's a fucking gorgeous bridge and I don't care who knows it!
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