I hear ya, Butterfly. After knowing nothing of the scale and scope of Keddie, or that of the case itself, making the map of Keddie started out for me to find where 28 was in proximity to the Lodge and main road. I'd been thru Keddie as a wee pup, and everything looks big to toddlers, so my memories are of no merit when recalling proximity and size. After the map grew from a small project to a huge one, everything was tightening and space was virtually nonexistent between cabins. For hell's sake, this was lodging meant for RR workers, later turned over to tightly (yet romantically) housed paying 'motel' guests, once the railroad started bringing weekend getaway clients. The original intent was to build cabins that would later serve as rooms for paying guests. That is the main reason for Keddie's growth- and death.
A history lesson about Keddie shows the original Lodge burned to the ground in the 30s, killing a waiter. It was rebuilt (photos follow) and many more cabins built to house primarily RR and military workers, etc, during the beginning of WWII. The Keddie Motel, across 70 from the entrance to the resort, was in fact originally a housing project for military personnel working a secret project or three. When the war ended, the owners had to sue the government to reclaim use of the land, which the military promised to give back immediately after the war, yet reneged on. Our government hasn't changed much when it comes to screwing the honest citizen, has it`? Look at the Keddie case as a prime example.
When it comes to the scope of how remote Keddie feels, nothing hits you like walking into Keddie, as I did. I knew that property so damned well from doing the maps, but the road dropped off of 70 into obscurity. Major mindbend, as I expected a gentle slope towards the bridge. No, you're immediately out of sight from the main road. In reality, you are off the map in Keddie. The bridge is the right size from what I figured, but the cabins are so tiny. The 'log cabins' are pure facade- if they'd been made out of real logs, you couldn't fit inside a single cabin, they are so small.
Walking past the huge fir which held that wooden sign, likely carved by Johnny in shop class, simply stating "Sharps", it's easy to find the rock-lined path that curved down the slope to where the front door of Cabin 28 once stood. The large concrete front porch is gone. Hell, everything is gone, almost. There is a distinct soft trench, easily located by applying weight to the leaves and pine needles carpeting the town. Walking that trench, I immediately understand that Cabin 28 is even smaller than I figured. Hell, the tree that separated 27 and 28: If that tree hasn't grown in 30 years, it means the cabins were closer to seven feet apart than ten.
Everything in Keddie is smaller than you'd expect. Even adults returning must be overwhelmed by how small everything is. It's a Lilliputian town,
Hell, I think the higher-ups who derailed the investigation of this case banked on their sloppy response, a Lilliputian reaction from the media and voters, and the Lilliputian memory of society at large.
I expected Keddie to be a beautiful little place, ready for renewal. It's too late. It's just a sad little place, it's current state a reminder of the very lies and inevitable decline and death that helped facilitate these murders, and the corrupt LE response.
As for the back bridge, I've revisited old photos from the 40s, and it's there. It's always been a suspension bridge and, had I not seen a few recent additions such as aluminum wire fencing on the sides of the bridge, I'd swear every timber and nail dated from 1939 and beyond. It was the scariest walk I've had in many a year. The photos don't show the broken 1x10s which make up the walkway of the suspension bridge. I was too busy holding onto the sides to take photos of the raging river-- it's no damned creek in April, it's a river-- below me. I wanted to take many shots of the bridge, but my attention was 100% focused on trying to make it across.
I'll update this post later with photos of the bridge from my jaunt across, plus the old 40s photos, and other bits of 'bridge' interest.
Marty said he woulda-coulda taken Tina over the bridge if it hadn't been locked if he'd been the real killer. If you gotta get her outta Keddie before morning, just to hide her until you can safely move her further, there's only two ways out of Keddie: The road bridge, and the back foot bridge. They are identical in distance from 28, but the back bridge offered far more protection from traffic, homes, and possible witnesses. Guess where Marty took her?
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As promised, old photos. This is the original Keddie Lodge, which burned down in the 30s. I made a post of all the old news articles I found, which includes one on the fire. Sorry I can't recall the exact date it burned. The layout of Keddie was very rudimentary, but it was a stop for the stage coach long before vehicles- or even the great amount of trains the Wye Bridge later afforded. Now, here's the odd thing- My understanding is the first lodge really was a stop point for the stage coaches, and consisted of two stores later built together as one building. Which means there may be three lodges in Kerddie's history? Amongst these photos you see two separate stores later made to look like one. Do the math. When looking at the photos side-by-side, it's irrefutable.
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And here's a winter shot of the new lodge, taken from north of the vantage point where the Dorm was later built. I don't know what building that is at the left, but it isn't the same building that was later nearby: the Keddie General Store. The dorm still stands, and the General Store, where Sue bought her menthols and Bo and Marty bought their Marlboros from the Albins, was torn down years ago. It's an amazing shot, today's Lodge in an early incarnation, in winter slumber, showing little more than Cabins 1 and 2 (yes, 1 and 2 were show-off cabins meant to entice).
Don't be alarmed but, were you to walk from the spot this photo was taken, you would reach the lodge in about 15 paces. Don't let the fisheye lens fool you: the lodge was just a few feet away.
Here's the old Gas Station, back in the day when it was actually two separate businesses. Yes, it was so busy that there were two separate stores open. The old southern building remains, and a slab of concrete is the sole reminder of the northern structure.
Here's the old shots of Keddie Flats, dated 1946 and 1949. This is still the same layout you see today, for the most part. Most of the cabins in these shots have been torn down and replaced, but the loop road is still essentially the same. At the center bottom, you see the foot bridge disappearing into the void. That spooky suspension bridge has been there, and barely maintained, since the late Thirties? I wish had I noticed the bridge in these photos long before, or I'd never have stepped foot on it.

"Pleasant View Housing Project", known as "the Project", was a military installation built and maintained by the US military at the start of WWII. The land was leased at $1 per year by the owners, who were promised the government would give it back, including all structures the military built, at the end of the war. The owners spent thousands of dollars suing the government to fulfill the deal, because the government lied. However, the buildings were left standing, and were converted into what we know of as The Keddie Motel, behind the Gas Station.

Here endeth my version of Keddie's history, for the moment. I do have old shots of the 'new' lodge being built, which are photos that long stupefied me because I couldn't understand the bearings until I realized my missing point of reference was the very lodge itself. Oh, well, I hope these old photos make a bit more sense to you all now. I just made it all up, but it does sound good.
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