This week’s photo prompt for Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers is the Van Winkle tunnel, running underneath Highway 12.
Something real weird about Van Winkle trail. Used to be a bridge here over the highway, but it attracted leapers.
They’d no sooner clean up after some poor jerk, before another’d spread himself on the blacktop.
So they pulled the bridge down, dug an underpass.
Soon as it opened, people started hangin’ themselves from the roof supports. Damn’ forest was full of people lurkin’, ropes in hand, waitin’ turn.
Lot better these days.
There’s benches here now, so you can take the load off while you wait.
Hey move up, bud; how much room do you want anyway?