September makes me so happy. Always has. Almost as happy as October.
We are back from a quick trip to the coast. There were some very strange parts on the trip, but also some fun and wonderful . . .
This is what's left of the Peter Iredale, shipwrecked in 1906.
Wouldn't it be great for the dye pot?
Blue taught us to play Hearts. It was a lot of fun, even though I lost magnificently.
The Astoria–Megler Bridge spans the mouth of the Columbia River. It is the longest continuous truss bridge in North America.
Over four miles long, allowing plenty of time to sing "Roll On Columbia".
We were able to sing through the verses we know twice.
And there was a tunnel that brought to mind childhood Sunday drives up the Gorge, when we would hold our breaths, with our hands on the car ceiling (in case the tunnel collapsed!), while Dad honked the horn all the way through. (Yes, I made the guys do the same.)
Before coming home, we stopped at Cape Disappointment, where the Columbia flows into the Pacific Ocean. It was grand to see the powerful meeting place of these two big waters.
