Ok, ok, so most of summer is gone and I haven’t blogged in a month. Now I will make up for it and with one single post cover a book review, some new poetry and observations from the Greater Seattle, excessively PC caffeine wagon.
When it rains it pours gained new meaning when Boxster and I visited the Oregon Creek Bridge just outside of North San Juan in the Sierra Foothills.
- During a high-water season, the bridge floated downstream, was wedged parallel to the Middle Fork of the Yuba River, and only later was lifted and reset where it is today. Built in 1860, it still provides good shelter for a cup of coffee from a thermos in a storm.