Old Bridges Of America
Driving south toward Key West, the road narrows, the sky spreads out, and the sea becomes your constant companion. It’s one of the most beautiful stretches of pavement in the country. But somewhere before Marathon, your eyes snag on something off to the right — something that doesn’t fit with the turquoise water and the postcard-perfect horizon. An old bridge with broken railings. Rust is bleeding down the concrete like old wounds. And grass — wild, waist-high grass — is growing straight out of what used to be a proud engineering marvel. The Old Seven Mile Bridge was once ...