Then, after I visited the creepy zombie clubhouse, I continued the short distance down the road to the park.
I'm pretty sure that the park has a name, but I can't remember what that name is. Probably named after some dipshit with money.
Back when I was a teenager, right after the last ice age, I'd come down to the floodwall fairly often. Note that it was the floodwall then, not a park. At least once every weekend we'd go down there. Lots of kids my age went down there. We'd shoot the shit. Drink our illegally-obtained beer, smoke cigarettes like chimneys. Make out, have sex sometimes. We were kids - we did kid stuff.
But then, shortly after I left home to join the Air Force, a lot of crap happened down at the floodwall.
Some assholes decided to make it into a park.
And not only that, they decided to make it into the worst park ever.
It closes at dusk now. Before, the fun didn't even start until hours later. Now, I think they're allowed to shoot you if you go there after dark.
They constructed all this new shit. Seating and a bandstand and shit like that. Before, it was just a bunch of concrete pillars you could climb on.
Anyway, here are some pictures I took.
This is the Sherman Minton Bridge. It's how I-64 connects Indiana and Kentucky. Everyone takes pictures of this bridge, when they're down at the
floodwall park. I think it's a rule or something. I drive across this bridge every day going to and coming from work.
Looking upriver, once can see another bridge. I think this is the K&I bridge, used for trains only. Though I think I've heard mumblings about maybe opening the old car lanes up to pedestrians and bicyclists. I have very dim memories of riding across that bridge with my parents when I was very young. I remember that you could see right through the road into the water, as the road surface consisted only of metal grating.
By far the most noticeable "improvement" they've made down here is this monstrosity.
Again, there used to be nothing here but pillars you could climb on. It was a gazillion times better then.
At the very top of the earthen floodwall, there's a platform thingy. I climbed to the top and took this next picture.
Dedicated stalkers will, of course, recognize my truck parked way down there on the road.
The top of the floodwall used to be reserved for starry-eyed couples. Now they've gone and made it accessible for everyone.
But hey, it's not all bad I guess. That playground looks kinda fun.
The whole thing was just very depressing to me. Yet another part of my adolescence that's gone for good.
There was an old man. He was sitting on a bench near where I parked my truck, just sitting and watching the river flow by.
I imagined him as a future version of myself. Just sitting and watching the water pass him by, and remembering everything else that had passed him by over the years.
The old man glared at me when I parked my truck, for intruding into his world like that. I think he just wanted to be left alone, so that's what I did.
When I climbed to the top of the platform thingy, he was gone. Maybe he jumped into the river, or maybe one of his girlfriends came and picked him up. I'll never know. Either way, I'll never see that old man again, nor he I. And that makes me sad. I bet it'd be cool to have a beer with him.