A few yards away was The Steel Bridge, which I walked across several times; sort of a ritual when I see a bridge that I can cross; I called Portland the land of bridges since there were so many. The Interstate Bridge was also quite amazing, as beautiful and unique as those were in California or New York. The Interstate Bridge, the bridge that links Portland, Oregon and Vancouver, Washington over the Columbia River as well as every other state in the union; metaphorically speaking. The name at first sounded simple, but the more I thought about it, it perfectly described what I wanted to write about. Usually the name interstate is only associated with a highway rather than an adjective describing a relationship along with the word bridge that also describes that something has been linked.
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