Dames Point Bridge

The Dames Point Bridge (officially the Napoleon Bonaparte Broward Bridge) is a cable-stayed bridge over the St. Johns River in Jacksonville, Florida on the Interstate 295 East Beltway. Construction began in 1985 and it was completed in 1989. The main span is 1300 feet, and is 175 feet high. The bridge was designed by HNTB Corporation and built by Massman Construction Company.

Until the completion of the Sidney Lanier Bridge in Brunswick, Georgia in 2003, it was the only bridge in the United States to feature the harp (parallel) stay arrangement. The cables are arranged on multiple vertical planes, making a slight modification to the harp arrangement. Main span cables are paired to anchor into the tower in a vertical plane. Side span cables pair up to anchor in a horizontal plane. By doing this, four cables anchor in the tower at approximately the same elevation.

The Dames Point Bridge is one of the largest cable-stayed bridge built in the United States. It has 21 miles of cable.

  • The Dames Point Bridge, seen from northbound I-295

  • Northbound on the Dames Point Bridge.

  • The Dames Point Bridge

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