You can see the John Day Dam on the river, as well as that aluminum plant over to the left.
It's the Stonehenge replica! Can you see it?
There are more blackberries growing wild around here than I could eat in a year.
Looks more like an NYC public school (which is not an insult; many are quite beautiful) than an "old-world chateau".
Actually, I pushed the button on the other side. I took this photo after I passed through safely.
That was Dan's reply when I told him about my trip. And after baking out in the sun for hours, I couldn't have asked for a better ending to the day: beers, a shower, and a real bed!
From left to right: Colyn, Dan, Michael, Michele
I stepped off the highway for my morning snack and found a little trace of what once was.
On my way to Oregon. Google told me to cross the Columbia over the Bonneville Dam, which is not open to the public. (Google also suggested I walk out of Manhattan through the Lincoln Tunnel. Google has yet to master river crossings.) I called ahead to request permission to cross the dam and was told it is "too hazardous".
My first stop in my last state: the restroom. Even the urinal flush button is reminding me I'm almost done.
A sign on the bridge lists a 50-cent pedestrian toll, but the toll collector told me walkers cross for free! This bridge is part of the Pacific Crest Trail, meaning I've now crossed all three major north-south US hiking trails: the Appalachian Trail, the Continental Divide Trail, and the PCT.
Little chopped-up pieces of old signs are used to stabilize temporary construction sign posts.
The biggest one I've seen. And a fresh coat of paint!
