This is the first time that I've seen the bridge named as the Grand Junction State Bridge. Family tradition says my great grandfather rode his bike off the "Fifth Street Bridge" in September of 1902. He fell about 18 feet to stone buttment then onto the rocks below, puncturing his lungs. He died three days later. We know so little of this man. I'm glad someone actually documented the proper name for the bridge. These photos make so much more sense than the Fifth Street Bridge. Much appreciated.