There are so many places named “lover’s leap” that it’s a wonder any of us are alive to mark the spot. I thought this image might do as the pedestrian suspension bridge across the Mighty Muskrat River between the college campus on the east bank and the county fairgrounds on the west—including eventually the Northwest Iowa Normal athletic facilities. Perhaps there is a story to be spun of love spurned or an unplanned pregnancy or another bit of personal drama that might have lent this label to an unpretentious strand of wood and wire.
[…] allusions to the fair brought me to Lover’s Leap, and “Sumer is icumen in…” integrated the fairgrounds with the river that […]