There is a high ceiling of lilac clouds this early morning. The river outside my window, that river that looks like the wide ocean rimmed off in the distance by the deep forests of Oregon and Washington, is a shining mirror. I am so enjoying the shipping channel just outside my window. And all the wet. Yesterday I was out all day tromping through spongy forest, exploring here and there, looking at everything closely.
And crossing bridge after bridge.
Now I know why I was drawn here. Beyond the Victorian prettiness of the town and the great Astoria bridge that looms behind every house, tree, and building there is the dark shipwrecked past at the mouth of the Columbia. Who knew this was the Graveyard of the Pacific? Not me. Who knew sailing in or out of the mouth of this river into the ocean was the most treacherous river passage in the world? Not me.
Gradually, inside I can feel the dry being replaced by wet.
I leave my room without a plan, not knowing what I will find. And return tired and happy. As I wrap this up blue sky and pale yellow clouds!
who knew!?
love
Breathe in the negative ions. Better yet, bag a few and send them to me.
I love the rain, the gray…..the coolness.
I’ll never stop loving the Northwest.
ooxx
Lisa H.
Sounds like heaven. 🙂
Soak it up like a sponge, Mary Ann! That’s what I do whenever I go up into that neck of the woods…Love that corner of the country…
Oh miss m.a.! These pictures bring that moist air right to me! That bridge! and the fairy dense forest….what a special place.