I know it well. Happens sometime in late October, I think.
I crossed that bridge twice a week, every week, for nearly 20 years, including on 9-11-01, when I drove a truck.
The railroad tracks on either side of the New River look like HO scale from up there!
Dad packed me and Older Brother Perky up back when they was building that thing and we went down that nasty ass road to the bridge at the bottom... Fayette Station I think it was called... and watched them build it for a day. Fished in the river, the whole nine yards. The day we was there they were doing something on the mountain on the north side. Dad said they were doing something to anchor it to old coal mines or something. We wasn't paying attention... we was fishing!!!
Didn't catch a damn thing either.
Years later when I was in my early twenties and they had one of the bridge days, back before it was big, me and a bunch of my friends packed up, went down there, and went down that nasty ass road to the river below the bridge to watch them jump.
We picked the wrong day. One guy's chute did not open in time and he hit about 50-75 yards from us. I think it was in 85 or 86.
Wasn't a pleasant experience to say the least. If it was just the guys it would have been just a buzzkill... but we had the ladies with us. No 'tang that night.
Never went to another Bridge Day after that.
I think I would have to make an exception to that if the Dummies were to jump off en masse. Don't know if the nasty ass road or even if the bridge down at the bottom still exist. I would find a way down there though to watch it!!!
