I grew up with this bridge. My brother Pat (now deceased) and friend Tom even tried to climb the trestle from the ground next to the river to the top. When we finally did reach the top a train was approaching from the Redding direction. We were too far from the end of the bridge to make it to safety, so we climbed over the side and hanged on until the 100 car freight train passed us by. We then climbed back down and never tried that again. From the Redding park on the north side of the river we watched many artists paint pictures of the bridge and or the old automobile bridge across the Sacramento river which were both beautiful sites that remain embedded in my brain nearly seventy years later.
Article in the September 2010 Trains Mag. that features this bridge.