Next stop on our Saturday Getaway, Strawberry Hill, just south of Waldport.
The tide was low and the seals were sunning on the rocks. Somewhere in between the coast and the bridge, the fog lifted and it became a beautiful day.
The waves crashed against the rocks and the seals seemed to take it all in stride.
When we left Salem, the sun was shining, about 50 miles later, the fog had settled in. We took a turn onto a road that we had never traveled before and finding a new covered bridge was a complete surprise.
Barns lined each side of the bridge. The larger of the two had definitely seen better days.
For miles, the Alsea River was lined with empty boat trailers. Rumor on the river, they were fishin’ for steelhead.
Built in 1918, the Hayden Bridge is one of the older covered bridges in Oregon. Spanning 91′ it is the last remaining covered bridge spanning the Alsea River.
Flo wandered around for awhile, but like all of the other greyhounds, quickly grew bored with the covered bridge scene.
Ready to hit the beach, she walked down the road to car.
Buddy drew the short straw, or rather he looked the cutest going back and forth to door, looking back so hopeful.
First stop was a fabulous home just outside of Dayton. Such a grand home, it is sad to see it in such dis-repair. I’d love to know when the house was built.
Oregon celebrates it’s century farms, if this one isn’t a century farm, it has got to be close.
And next to last stop, my favorite, Fields of Rust. This old ’54 Bel Air actually had a toe tag.
An old house, an old farm and an old car, two cups of coffee and a coke meant that we would be stopping at Maude Williamson State Recreation Area, an old forest.
Poor Bud, so many trees, so little pee.