Suspension bridges: why?

We recently went up to Lynn Canyon on a half day trip. It was meant to be fun and different and exciting, but it turned out to be fun and different and exciting and horrible. To cut straight to the point of this post, I found myself on a suspension bridge miles above a distant speck of a river, with a bunch of idiot tourists who were (get this) walking almost like normal, not realizing that every step made the bridge sway and creak and undoubtedly inch closer to Situation Plummet. I had all these Indiana Jones-like thoughts careening through my head about how, when I heard the first cable snap, I'd twine my arm around one of the ropes on the opposite side, and hold on tight for the fall and bash into the cliffside. I was ready - advancing along the bridge in a suspicious sort of crab walk, snarling at anyone going faster than a crawl, keeping low in case my body should suddenly betray me and try to hurl me up and over the ankle-high rope railings... After a few hours, I managed to get across. I turned to my darling wife, only to discover that she wasn't darling at all, and was, in fact, still in the middle of the bridge, beckoning me to bring her the camera. I made a face indicating my regret that our marriage should dissolve at such an early age due to irresolvable insanity, and that no bloody way was I bringing her the camera, and that in fact, we would be walking home (several days' hike) on this far side of the bridge, rather than cross back over the bridge to the car. To make things worse, it had started to snow, and the bridge and surrounding area had taken on a Himalayas-type atmosphere, with the idiot tourists playing the part of the Yeti family. To her credit, my wife became darling again, by coming off the bridge and agreeing to find another way across. Have I mentioned how darling she is?

Okay, so I may be exaggerating a bit. But I definitely didn't stick around on that bridge for longer than necessary, let me tell you.

To make up for, ahem, embellishing my story, here's a pic from the visitor centre thingy.