Leaving Washington towards Oregon, we crossed a gigantic bridge that spanned for miles across the mouth of the Columbia river, and arrived in a place called Astoria, the oldest town west of the Rocky Mountains. Too bad it rained at times ... we had to sit in a wonderful cafe, waiting for the rain to stop ...
... instead of walking around town, marvelling at the beautiful victorian style wooden houses (like the 1886 Flavel House), and the wooden walkway plus rails that stretched across the harbour. Well we did that later.
To see huge ships pass under the bridge while lots of traffic was passing overhead like tiny insects ... like we had passed it a couple of hours ago ... amazing.
Before we left Astoria on the next day we took a look from the Astoria column that overlooks many miles in all directions from a hilltop ... and the Pacific shore with its high waves and the remnants of a ship that didn't make it ... a hundred years ago.