Today’s post is a little different; Nolemana and I went on a field trip to Silverton to see a covered bridge we’d never seen before. I wanted to go on some autumn holoholo before winter came.
This is the Molalla River as we crossed it in Estacada.Pretty marshmallow clouds.A patch of blue (did you ever read the book of the same name?). This is along Highway 211 past Estacada.Trees along the highway starting to turn.We were going to eat here in Carlton, but the cafe was closed, so we took a photo of this cool church instead, and continued on our way.Barn!We hadn’t been here in years, and were loving the drive.Really cool old barn!Some corn had already been harvested, but get plenny left. Barn close-up near the corn field. Oregon’s rolling hills make for lovely views.I love that there are old barns everywhere. I bet this one has a story to tell.
More countryside views.
We loved all the red maples!Pretty vineyard along the highway.Nolemana loved the straight lines of the vines.There were still some lovely yellow leaves left on this tree in Silverton.
Fortunately, I’d done some research about places to eat in the area, and had found The Gallon House in Silverton, so we stopped there for lunch. It was a great stop! The food was terrific, and so was the service. The weather was nice enough to eat outside, too.
I don’t think you can see it, but there’s a gigantic spider on the roof across the street. I thought I’d taken a better photo of it, but I can’t find it.
Colorful Silverton street. This is a wonderful town.
Da grindz.
We these cute goats along the roadside.This is where we turned off after missing the turn the first time! LOL.
And there it is!
There wasn’t a place to park on this side of the bridge, so we drove over to the other side. Sadly, there are no windows in the bridge, so we couldn’t take photos of the river beneath it, and there’s no walking space across the bridge, either. But not to worry.
Can you read the sign? Gallons of prohibition liquor were sold here! Which is how the bridge got its name.This is the photo that Nolemana took of the opposite side of the bridge. I parked on the side, and he walked down to the creek to take more photos.Nani, yeah?
I was so glad that Nolemana could get down there to take these photos.
I’ll end this chapter with that nani view of the bridge above. Stay tuned for the next and final chapter of our first autumn advencha! The daily hummingbird and daily pīpī will be there.
Born and raised Hawaiʻi girl who misses home and loves the Pacific Northwest. I’m a free spirit and love the serendipitous events that bring people and places together.
My philosophy about knitting and life in general:
“It is good to have an end to journey toward,but it is the journey that matters in the end.”Ursula K. Le Guin
Thanks for taking us along on this trip! I didn’t know Oregon *had* covered bridges. I think I went with my odder half to see the ones in Winterset, Iowa, that were the setting for “The Bridges of Madison County,” but that was a looooong time ago. So, so nani, da Oregon scenery. And so `ono-looking, yo’ grindz!
Years ago, Nolemana and I did a covered bridge field trip, all the way down past Salem. Get choke there. I should post those photos sometime. Mahalo as always for stopping by!
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Thanks for taking us along on this trip! I didn’t know Oregon *had* covered bridges. I think I went with my odder half to see the ones in Winterset, Iowa, that were the setting for “The Bridges of Madison County,” but that was a looooong time ago. So, so nani, da Oregon scenery. And so `ono-looking, yo’ grindz!
Years ago, Nolemana and I did a covered bridge field trip, all the way down past Salem. Get choke there. I should post those photos sometime. Mahalo as always for stopping by!