Despite the long hair, phony tough demeanor, and grafitti to the contrary...we weren't stoners. Besides, we spent all our money on insulators and film processing. And engineer boots.
This is a trolley bridge in Newington, CT - about a half mile from where I grew up. The line was abandoned after WWII, as were most trolleys. A few years earlier, on the embankment to my right, I dug a specimen CD 267 No 4 Cable, which remains to this day my most memorable find.