Welcome to Trodes Bridge

Enter this fortress from the sole exit point from the east over a stretch of 1-1/4 miles, one bridge over the Grand Trunk Railroad tracks, which are set in deep ravines down the entire eastern wall of this neighborhood, and you are greeted by a NO THROUGH TRAFFIC sign, meant to ward off the unwanted wayfaring strange ones.

Roads are sparse, and even unpaved in some areas, highly unusual for an area where the rich live and play. The roads are narrow, and NO PARKING signs take out any chance of tourist trade in this area. Land must be expensive: the property value is no doubt based as much on what isn't there than as what is. The homes are huge spreads, sprinkled along the street. The bloated greenery of summer hides evidence that people really live here. Driving in from the Kensington side, the first impression you have is of a bridge leading to wilderness, a summer view at least. Everything about this little pocket clearly says stay out! No doubt, law enforcement agents are viligant about checking any strays from wandering here. It must not be a pleasant experience for an officier to get a call about a disturbance under the bridge, like a slap in the face because that officer was not doing his/her job and preventing the gathering in the first place.

What a contrast to the city, where houses are packed next to one another, and residents have a sense of 'neighbor.' Neighborhoods are open to the public, and anybody can drive on through. That is not the case here, at Trowbridge Road. The resident weariness of visitors has changed to anger, and no doubt the police are called at the first sign of unwanted strangers. Tickets can be expensive.

"The Detroit Metro Times' annual "Best of Detroit" poll listed the fourth most popular urban legend: The ghosts in the rail trestle at Trowbridge Road.