Akeley MN Trestle

The Akeley Trestle

 

 



Written by Ernie Opheim
June 2010
To the editor:


     Alas. Here I stand alone, broken.


     Once a majestic trestle, I carried log trains and freight trains. Now my keepers say I can scarce support ten, 150-pound people!


     I have stood proudly for the better part of a century, a sentinel to the western approaches to Akeley, I have been the gateway from the Crow Wing Lake headwaters to the lower 10 lakes and river, I am one of the last vestiges of the lumber industry that made Akeley the second largest city in Hubbard County.


     I have graced the cover of phone books, been the backdrop for innumerable graduation photos and postcards. I have been the source of joy and adventure with children climbing my girders, lying a few feet above the river, spear in hand, in anticipation of the annual sucker run. I have awed Heartland trail users with the incomparable panoramic view of 11th Crow Wing Lake from my deck.


     I have served long and well and have done so without complaint.
Now, the very agency entrusted with my care, has decided my usefulness is in the past. They say that I can no longer be repaired. The technology that built me nearly a century ago, apparently lost to the ages. My 150, 1-1/2 foot diameter pilings, my 6” by 8” girders and 3” by 10” cross supports deemed too weak to support a mere 1500 pounds.


     How ludicrous! Some of the very contractors who are bidding to tear me down have driven their vehicles across me without fear, knowing full well I could still support a caravan of vehicles!


     I am wise enough to know that this is, in reality, about the “motorhead” mentality that seems to have taken over the DNR Trails and Waterways division for the last decade.


     I cannot currently accommodate their trail groomer, so rather than repair and retrofit me, they have chosen to tear me down and replace me with a 25’ lower concrete structure.


     “Akeley, where are you? Not a word has been uttered in my defense. I have always been here for you.   Don’t abandon me in my greatest hour of need!”


     The bids for my demolition and replacement have been submitted.


     Perhaps a groundswell of local support could convince the DNR to rethink their options, use common sense, be more cost effective and environmentally friendly and repair me and allow me to serve as I have for the past century.


     Alas. Here I stand alone, broken.

 

 

     Ernie Opheim, Akeley.