Dear Friends,
Yesterday Kate and I drove to the Sundial Bridge in Redding, CA — it was on my must-see/must-cross list. Redding is 2+ hours north of here, where the mountains begin, and it was a beautiful drive. On the way I kept asking Kate, “What’s that?” and she kept saying, “Huh?” because she has often made this trip to visit family, and everything looks normal to her. But we passed the Sutter Buttes, a heap of rocks that used to be a volcano; here, she said, a community of Sikhs, among others, has settled. And up ahead, just beyond Redding, is Lassen Peak a volcano.(You might remember its sister (brother?) volcano, Mount Shasta, which is a bit farther north.)
Oh, and the bridge! It’s in a park, and it’s for pedestrians and bikes, across the Sacramento River, which is blue here. The architect Santiago Calatrava designed it with a glass floor, and a cantilevered, cable-stay form — although it's a real sundial, to me it resembles a sailboat, which makes me love it already. To see it is to sail it. Unlike a boat, the bridge is landlocked, stable. But it soars, and I love every inch of it.
Then, beyond, there’s a simple little wooden bridge crossing a creek. And I love it too.
Love,
k
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| Sacramento River from the Sundial Bridge |
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| That snowy white peak is the volcano |
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