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!
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?