Brige that IS Nowhere (Oregon Coast)

We did not make it yesterday. But we learned a lot. We learned that the little, narrow, almost-invisible thing that could not possibly be the path / trail, really IS the trail. We learned it on the way back down. In other words, the "trail" does not really exist. You follow the river up, finding whatever path suits you, and if you are lucky, everyone once in awhile you are on the actual trail. Next time, we know where to look. (Next time might be in just a few weeks.)

In the meantime, keeping the theme from yesterday going, I thought I would post a photo of one of those wonderful McCullough Bridges in Oregon.