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BEG: Bridge Rooms
Hazard Level: lowMain Tunnel Clearance: ~8' in roomsTidal Coverage: NoKnown # of Tunnels/rooms: 60 rooms
Hazards: Head Injury; Falling; trolls
Construction Materials: in the areas that concern us, concrete and steel.
Some interstate bridges are hollow and have rooms inside. We first heard about this in the early '90s when someone told one of our agents that interstate bridges were hollow inside so the military could hide tanks, weapons, and emergancy supplies inside secret rooms. We did not believe it, and looking at some of the interstate bridges around town, they were all too thin to have anything hidden in them. Then one day we noticed a particular bridge that was rather thick in depth, and there was a series of trapdoors on the underside of each end. At the time, the trapdoors were welded or bolted shut and we forgot about it for several years until we recieved information on the bridge from two separate sources. First, an informant passed us this interesting bit of information:

"I grew up in Bangor, and my uncle told me stories about hanging out "in" the I-95 bridge....(edit: at this time BEG is not disclosing this location). Apparently, there is a hatch under the bridge and the cement bridge spans under the lanes are hollow. Do you know anything about this? He said he and frieds hung out in there as teenages in the 60s. Could be a very cool place to explore and find old beer cans, magazines, and who knows what else."

We then heard that one of the trapdoors was open and one of our agents checked it out each end of the bridge and found that one out of the eight trapdoors was able to be lifted. Wally was sent to check on it and gives us the following account:

"First I checked the less accessable side of the bridge, which from the road I was on, was purhaps a half mile walk through knee deep snow. The snow was not so bad though, in that I could tell that someone else had walked the same path at some point in the last month or so, and I was able to tell that someone else had been checking out the underside of this end of the bridge. Unfortunately, all the hatches on this end were closed so I had to trudge back through the snow and go half a mile up the road to the other end of the bridge. The underside of this end of the bridge is very visable from a road but I'm sure I made it up the slope to the hatches without being seen. I checked the hatches and found the one that could be opened. It opened with a loud creek and booming sound as it hit something which held it slightly upright. I quickly affixed my headlamp and pulled myself up through the hatch.

The first thing I noticed was that the batteries in my lamp were almost dead so I could see very little of the room. The room looked disapointingly small at first. Only ten or so feet on each side, I had expected a long hallway spanning the length of the bridge. Then I noticed an octagonal hole in one of the cement walls so maybe there was something more to this than a small square room. That was all in the first few seconds... more so than the size of the room under the bridge, I was concerned about what else might be in the room with me. Animals would not be able to get in here on there own, but other creatures such as myself could, and it is hard to tell how they would react to someone else entering their space. they might try to escape or hide from the unknown intruder, or hide behind the open hatch in the floor, wait for whoever opened it to come up through, and bonk them over the head with a rock or club. So upon entering, the first place I looked was right around the trapdoor, then the corners of the room, and along the walls. The first things I saw was some clothing, two pairs of pants and a sweatshirt, on the floor near the hatch, as well as some candles and other rubbish scattered about. These were sure signs that someone had been camping out in here, though with just a quick look around, I could not tell how recently.

As I moved towards the octagonal opening I heard a scuffing noise from the next room... (he went on for several long paragraphs describing how he determined that the noise was traffic on the road below, echoing up through a small drain pipe, and not another person or creature in the bridge with him.) ...The noise seemed only to come through the drain pipes of only one or two rooms, which were right above a road. but it could be heard echoing throughout the rest of the bridge; sounding more distorted, less like traffic, and more like someone else moving around. With the trapdoor back that way being the only way out, it was a little disconcerting to hear what sounded as though someone else had entered the bridge rooms, even though I knew it was only traffic sounds...

...the trolls must have been away from their lair. I did not encounter anyone or anything else and made it back out safely."

Wally's account of exploring the bridge went on to explain more details of the bridge, but he can be rather longwinded... we've taken the information he left us and broken it down into just the important stuff.

Each end of the bridge has a set of four trapdoors. We suspect that they are all a series of rooms very similar to the ones Wally explored. It's a four lane interstate bridge with a trapdoor at each end leading into a series of rooms under each lane. The series of rooms that Wally explored had no connections to rooms under the lane next to it, just a strait line (slightly curved he says) of rooms connected by octaganal doorways. He described the effect of looking down them to be similar to holding two mirrors opposite each other and looking from one into the reflection of the other, which reflects the other mirror creating a reflection of mirrors withen each other that stretches into infinity... or as far as his light could reach (he went back again with fresh batteries in his head lamp, hoping to get pictures of this effect but was not succesful). There are two octagonal doorways that are different than the others, thicker walls between the rooms and the portals were higher up on the walls with step irons and handholds built in. He said that they seemed to be above the two supports of the bridge. Aside from remains of an old campfire in the first room, he also describes finding chared bits of wood, paper, and clothing in most of the rooms and thinks that other people must have explored the place with torches or burning sticks. He says there were old beercans in many of the rooms and also a lot of broken glass. The only thing he found with a date on it was a mostly burned University of Maine calander with 1971 printed on it. He also found a scrap of paper with a telephone number on one side, and directions to someone's house in Holden, as well as an address for someone's place in a trailor park which we suspect might be in Holden. We did a reverse telephone lookup on the number and found a name that goes with it, a Meg something (if we did remember the last name we'd not publish it anyways). The room at the far end of the bridge had a trapdoor which was securely barred shut and does not look as though it would be easy to open. There was also the remains of a large campfire in the middle of the floor of this last room.

Wally said that all the rooms were approximately the same size, some slightly longer than others but all equal in width. The average seeming to be about ten feet wide. He said that the first time he went through he thought he counted 14 rooms, he said the time after that he counted 16 rooms. That's under one lane. There are four lanes, so if each series of rooms are the same, then there are at least 56 rooms inside this bridge. The last time he went through he said that he was certain that he counted 15 rooms under that lane. There were no tanks or anything like that hidden in here. Before entering, we asked around and was told that having rooms inside was simply an engineering thing, to make the bridge stronger and so there were not as many exposed metal sides that would need to be painted and repainted. One of our theories was that utility lines might run through the hollow areas, but we found nothing of the sort. There is really nothing interesting in this bridge, except for some old beer cans, a bit of rubbish, and a lot of empty space. Still kind of neat though. Just be careful of trolls.

Photo: Opened trapdoor in first room Photo: trapdoor at the other end of the bridge, Barred closed.
Photo: Candles and rubbish in first room Photo: Fire pit in room at other end
Photo: Mysterious brown fuzzy stuff, determined to be fluffy pollen stuff. When wally first saw this stuff he said he was not sure what it was, maybe some type of funges or something. He just got close enough to take the picture. On a return trip we found it was clumps of pollen, or maybe an old exploded cattail. Photo: Another view of stuff as we found (and left) in the first room. the sweatshirt is closest to the forground, candles on the floor behind it, trapdoor just to the right, and the thing behind the trapdoor is two pairs of pants.
Photo: room with one of the octagonal doorways Photo: Closer picture of the doorway
Photo: Three of the old cans we found in one room. More to come soon.
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