God is displeased.
Oh boy.
I am surprised...CALTRANS actually has people working and not watching porn all day? Pfft!
Heck of a job Brownie!
Not much they can do with the mountain side moving.
“Big Sur residents stuck on the southern end of damaged Pfeiffer Canyon Bridge may get a chance to move their vehicles one-at-a-time across on Wednesday—that is if Caltrans deems it safe to do so.
The bridge was closed to all vehicle traffic on Sunday, after it was discovered one of its support columns was fractured due to the shifting hillside underneath. Only pedestrians were allowed to cross.”
Section of the Pacific Coast Highway leading to Bixby Bridge in Big Sur.
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California is becoming an object lesson in Atlas Shrugged.
They need to hurry up and secede so they can fix this stuff without being dragged down by the USA.
That can't be good.
Climate Change (along with Trump, the basic force behind all problems) strikes again. Poor Governor Moonbeam. First a dam-dam and now a bridge. If only he had been able to convince more people to install solar, ride bicycles to work, stop heating their homes and vote for Hillary we wouldn’t be in this mess.
I have driven up and down the coast from Carmel to San Louis Obispo many times. That drive is one of the great wonders of the world. I’m betting it will not returned to us anytime soon. Sad to say.
Here is a really radical idea........don’t send one more penny out of this country (OUR money) until roads, bridges, roads, pipes, buildings, etc. are fixed, repaired, replaced or restored.
Not. One. Cent.
Who needs this bridge when you can take a bullet train?
Well I am glad that I drove that whole highway for the first time about six weeks ago. LA up to Santa Barbara — San Luis Obispo — Half Moon Bay — San Fran.
Wonderful scenery, wonderful people, insane culture, criminal government.
Perhaps they can use virtue signaling, transgender rights and political resistance to repair it.
There is, or was, an ice cream joint just south of Ragged Point on PCH 1.
That road is one of the scariest I’ve ever driven with the kids in the car, as oncoming cars rounding the curves would frequently swerve over the line.
The kids would scream, unnerving me even more.
Soon they’d all scream for ice cream and we’d have to stop.
Pfeiffer Canyon in better days.