This segment of roadway winding along
cliffs–now called Chuckanut Drive–
was built by prisoners in the 1920s.
It wasn’t easy time–dangers balanced
on a knife edge daily: men blasting
& carving a narrow shelf into cliffside
living rock, & working below boulders
in the scree of old rockfalls.
With fresh air & an expansive view over
water so far below to islands
& the western sky, & the sight
of eagles rising on thermals,
a man might feel unshackled,
might have the sense of flight,
of being free again.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
“Pacific Coast Highway south of Bellingham, 1920s” is my August 27th poem for the 2012 postcard poetry project. I used an antique card view of “Sunset on Chuckanut Drive” and mailed it to Sue of Mobile, Alabama.
Blessings to Sue and all, Andy