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Going Nowhere Fast on the Bridge to Nowhere, Azusa Canyon

In Azusa Canyons, famous for dead body Mafia drop-offs, cults—you name it—lies the Bridge to Nowhere. During an expansion process (it is unknown to me when) the Bridge to Nowhere was created. It’s located through a four to six hour hike up a river after the end of the East Fork Road cul-de-sac. The bridge is a full-on cement monster with two supposed tunnels on opposing sides that conjoin two hillsides. How far the tunnels go into the hillside I cannot say. What is known is that for the amount it cost to build the monster it seemsweird that there are no roads leading to or from it. Many roads travel through the canyon, but little by little they are being shut down to cars. Hikes and bikes are still allowed for those who are daring enough.

There is a road that was closed off very early due to rains and rockslides that are common in this canyon. This road, called “Shoemaker,” might have been the road that led to the Bridge to Nowhere. Other roads, like Azusa itself, hold greater mystery. A boulder thrashed Azusa Canyon road at its highest point, and it has been swallowed into the road, creating a blocked single lane nightmare. Many of the roads in this canyon are open only seasonally because of rockslides. My personal belief is there is not enough money for Parks and Rec to maintain the roads. Many people die in these canyons each year. They are vast enough that the bodies can never be found. And the canyon is laced with secrets and unexplained mysteries.

We departed at 9am for our rough trip to the Bridge to Nowhere, departing East Fork cul-de-sac at 10:48. Both my friend the Pahrmer and I knew we were in for a little bit of a hike as we traveled over rough terrain including a river, rocks large and small, trails, and steep cliffs. The bridge itself is five miles into the canyon; however, the many obstacles that lie in your way make this trip a treacherous seven miles over severe rocky terrain. From the end of the path off East Fork both the Pharmanimal and I could already see depleted bridges as well as a road in certain spots. We knew the bridge was only getting closer, and with every odd piece of lengthened asphalt it gave us more hope to push on. The travel to the bridge was much longer and more exhausting then either of us would have thought, and with just two beers, a bag of pretzels, and one canteen of water, the sun was wasting us. The longer we traveled the more our thirst grew. These pictures I bring to you came with great exhaustion and are well deserved. You don’t just go to the Bridge to Nowhere and take pictures of yourself next to it to look cool. You’re beaten to crap upon arrival and the return trip is twice as exhausting if you go back the same way you came.

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