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Moulton Bridge
This place defines picturesque. Moulton Falls Regional Park. Near Yacolt, Washington.
I first found out about this place from fantastic photos that Laura Jacobsen and Rich Border had posted. Being a lifelong Warshingtonian, I wondered how I didn't know about this place? I planned to visit on the return leg of a road trip to Central Oregon. Driving the backroads to this place, I was thinking that it will be overwhelmed with shutterbugs, no parking, crappy weather, etc. Imagine my shock when I discover I'm the only person there, and I'm looking at this scenery!
So this is the shot I decided on. After much fiddling about with crops, I just went with what was in the viewfinder. Thank you Laura and Rich.
Funny footnote: My grandparents lived about 5 minutes from here, when I was a child. I don't remember ever seeing it in the many summers my siblings and I visited. I'm so old the bridge probably wasn't there, and it was still under a sheet of ice. What I DO remember is my grandpa tearing around the backroads in his little, 60's era Renault, me cowering in the backseat. I drive just like you did, Grandpa.
Moulton Bridge
This place defines picturesque. Moulton Falls Regional Park. Near Yacolt, Washington.
I first found out about this place from fantastic photos that Laura Jacobsen and Rich Border had posted. Being a lifelong Warshingtonian, I wondered how I didn't know about this place? I planned to visit on the return leg of a road trip to Central Oregon. Driving the backroads to this place, I was thinking that it will be overwhelmed with shutterbugs, no parking, crappy weather, etc. Imagine my shock when I discover I'm the only person there, and I'm looking at this scenery!
So this is the shot I decided on. After much fiddling about with crops, I just went with what was in the viewfinder. Thank you Laura and Rich.
Funny footnote: My grandparents lived about 5 minutes from here, when I was a child. I don't remember ever seeing it in the many summers my siblings and I visited. I'm so old the bridge probably wasn't there, and it was still under a sheet of ice. What I DO remember is my grandpa tearing around the backroads in his little, 60's era Renault, me cowering in the backseat. I drive just like you did, Grandpa.