Wells Street Bridge

This is one of the ten bridges on the main branch of the Chicago River. And it’s my favorite on the main branch, and maybe tied with the North Ave Bridge on the North branch for all time favorite.
Why you ask? Well, for starters, it’s one of only two bridges that span the main branch of the Chicago River that have two decks. (Lakeshore Drive Bridge is the other). And the brown and purple lines go over it! The bridges on the east (yes, I’m looking at you, Michigan), tend to get too crowded with tourists for me. When I lived in the gold coast, I used to enjoy walking home from the loop via a different bridge everyday, but I found myself being drawn to the Wells and Franklin bridges more than the others.
Was it hearing and feeling the bridge reverberate as the trains went overhead? Was it because, once, as I walked home, a bunch of sailboats passed underneath, and I got to see the gate come down (almost as I was past it) and the bridge start to slowly inch its way upwards? Was it because I imagined what it would be like to scale a nearly vertical bridge? I’ll never know. I just know I used to love walking along this bridge as often as I could, maybe stop midway to stare at the river underneath.
Kinda therapeutic.