A beautiful sunny day on the road. A stop right off Interstate 5. Nobody around but me.
Built in 1920, the Grave Creek Covered Bridge survives as one of the few remaining covered bridges in Southern Oregon. The farmer who built the bridge named it as a memorial for a teenager who died of typhoid in 1846 and was buried nearby.
Bright spring flowers were in bloom, the sky was brilliantly blue, the air was unseasonably warm. I could have stayed forever.
But as you’ll read below, my visit was cut a bit short.
It was indeed such a spectacular day that I decided to walk down to the creek that this bridge crosses over and in doing so, I spotted a member of the local wildlife, performing what could have been a once-a-year ritual near the water as it was warming up in the unexpected heat of the Pacific Northwest spring day. As you can see in the picture below, the weather was perfect and the setting for the sighting of this light-haired female homo sapiens could not have been better. As I inadvertently approached her location from downwind, she never knew I was in the vicinity – and I backed away quietly, snapping an anonymous photo, leaving her to continue shaving her legs in the creek water.
I left her undisturbed…
Enjoy the photos below – and watch the two videos (taken through my bug graveyard of a windshield) of my drive across the bridge and back 😀
Have fun today! Go find an adventure!
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