Seven Mile Bridge Puns

In two of his Reddit comments Jack mentioned how he found the USGS historical topo maps helpful. I looked through the maps for the nine mile hole/seven mile bridge area. The only thing I found of interest was an abandoned cabin roughly due north of seven mile bridge on the 1958 topo map. I googled to find more info on it but came up empty handed. Anyone know anything about this cabin?

Here’s the map: https://ngmdb.usgs.gov/ht-bin/tv_browse.pl?id=2dd95277f7cc4e041a8b3b5ddefe49f4

I’m looking for a potential hoB. My gut says this cabin is not it because it’s too far away from the Madison to be useful as a wayfinder, it has no known significance to Fenn, and Jack inferred the hoB is the most riddle like so I’d be surprised if it were literally the house of someone named Brown. But who knows!

Fwiw, here’s what I remember reading from Jack’s comments that may be useful for identifying hoB:

• most riddle like of the clues (though not intentionally, it was just how Fenn saw it)

• while Jack said he found the topo maps helpful, he also said he didn’t spend a lot of time poring over maps and instead did a deep dive into Fenn’s history and interviews

• Jack was able to armchair hoB

• someone on Reddit once proposed a theoretical hoB (that was the house of a person named Brown) and Jack said if he were investigating that as a hoB he’d be doing detailed research on Brown’s ties to Fenn or his family.

• Brown is capitalized for a reason.

I welcome additional thoughts on the cabin on the 1958 map and on hoB more generally.

I was wondering if you can visit the broken part of the Bahia Honda Rail Bridge. Is it illegal? Has anyone done this before?

Seven Mile Bridge is an overlooked spot. It is the only crossing of the Madison River inside the park, and the pictures of his mom and sister holding fish were taken on the northern side of the Madison. I took this to mean it was the family fishing spot. At the picnic area are stairs leading into the river…a physical put in location. If Madison Junction is WWWH, which I believe is the start, the picnic area is the first spot below the Madison. Drive down the Madison Canyon until you are able to put in below the river. I used the origin of the surname as my definition: Brown is an English-language surname in origin chiefly descriptive of a person with brown hair, complexion or clothing. “It” is the Madison River…which is a key word. The water is high and strewn with boulders. On the other side of the river is the location. Trumpeter swans are known to nest here, with access limited during their mating season. Signs are posted to “keep out” during the restrictions, similar to the “do not touch” sign in the store. A lot of people in this area would not be good for the swans…a reason not to reveal it. You’re also exposed on the other side and you’re not supposed to leave the trail. You can drive and walk by (via the Gneiss Creek Trail) the northern bank. South of the Madison down stream is an eagle nest. I pondered their bald heads being a blaze. Head up the other side of the mountain to a point where you can see above the nest. I also observed a square, leveled, lichen covered rock on the north side of the Madison near the end of Riverside Drive. Nearby was lean-to. I never went back to this location as it was my first time crossing the Madison and I was gravitating towards Montana. Cynthia Meachum’s doodle from 24/7/20 reminds me of this spot.

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Does the water determine the materials? How do those working on it get out there? How do the materials brought on site? Seems like any mistake would be a lot harder to deal with because of the environment.

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