it almost seems strange that the High Level Bridge is only one hundred years old this month. in a way, it feels like it’s always been there, like it was this anomaly in the landscape when the HBC and NWC relocated forts edmonton and augustus, left to itself until the railroad and the unification of edmonton and strathcona. it seems somehow impossible that it was ever built, rather than just being there, waiting patiently to be incorporated into the city’s fabric.
this short, by trevor anderson, was mentioned in the edmonton journal today. the rumor and association of the bridge with jumpers is well-known. we always took it on faith that at least one person per week made an attempt. it’s never looked this bleak or imposing to me, even when i’ve mused about jumping (and probably everyone in edmonton does here and there, with varying levels of commitment).
happy centennial, High Level Bridge. may the city work around your idiosyncrasies for another hundred years.