The Interstate Bridge is a perfect echo back to the industrial power of these two cities. It links and crosses state borders, and ties together the two states with a network of steel beams and steel rivets. The Columbia River Renaissance Trail passes right underneath the bridge, allowing you to see it up close and personal. The green of the aged steel and creaking of the pavement and supports above urge you to reach out and touch a piece of industrial engineering from the 1930's. I almost considered walking across it just to experience the industrialness of the bridge.
Walking along the river, the sun began to set, and with it, the light started to slowly fade from the reflection of the water. The snows on Mt. Hood acted like a canvas upon any color could be painted. This night it was a rich pink from the elongated light rays from the sun.
Once well along the trail, I found an isolated spot where the houses lining the river blocked out the highway sound, and the Columbia came right up to the pathway. Sitting there really felt like I was in a park. It really reminded me of Park Güell in Barcelona. A picture perfect place of natural and man made structures, with lots of people walking and enjoying the area.
After that I began the walk to the bus in the twilight, and my spirits were a little better off. I think I need more moments like these.
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