The Sidney Lanier Bridge is a cable-stayed bridge that spans the Brunswick River in Brunswick, Georgia, carrying four lanes of U.S. Route 17. The current bridge was built as a replacement to the original vertical-lift bridge which was twice struck by ships. It is currently the longest-spanning bridge in Georgia and is 480 feet (150 m) tall. It is also the seventy-sixth largest cable-stayed bridge in the world. It was named for poet Sidney Lanier. Each year (usually in February), there is the "Bridge Run" sponsored by Southeast Georgia Health System when the south side of the bridge is closed to traffic and people register to run (or walk) the bridge.
The approach spans were constructed by Rosiek Construction Company, Inc. of Arlington, Texas. The 180 feet (55 m) long concrete beams set were the longest ever set in the US at the time. The main span was constructed by the Joint Venture of Recchi America, Inc. and GLF Construction Co. under JV Project Manager Brian West and General Superintendent Richard Broggi.
The bridge hosts the N4XGI amateur radio repeater on the top of one of its pillars.
Read more about Sidney Lanier Bridge: History, Comparison With Arthur Ravenel, Jr. Bridge and The Talmadge Memorial Bridge
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—Sidney Lanier (1842–1881)
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