Bridge at Astoria

I dunno.  If Lewis and Clark had seen this magnificence when they arrived–all tired, wet, and cranky–at the future site of Astoria, maybe they wouldn’t have been quite so glum: Dismal Nitch, indeed!

Late afternoon silhouette of metal bridge across Columbia River; wooden walkway in foreground.
Like a bridge over troubled water?


Of course, I had the advantage of keeping my feet dry while shooting, and then retiring to a local pub for crab cakes and Pinot Grigio.

This bridge and the just-slightly-above-water-level causeway that completes the 6.6 km transit of the Columbia River is worth the effort it takes to get to Astoria,  says me.   There’s something about bridges, isn’t there?