
Sigh. Behind me stood a big tan port-a-potty. It was like going to the bathroom on the freeway, but when you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go.
Afterward, as I started back toward the road, but I noticed a set of stairs heading in a direction I had never been. The stairs led me under the Depoe Bay Bridge, where the view was fascinating, the bridge posts framing the world’s smallest navigable harbor. The thick concrete muffled the sounds of the cars driving over me and shielded me from the light rain. A sea gull roosted in one corner, a pigeon in another.

The original 312-foot long bridge with its 150-foot arch was built in 1927. It was expanded in 1940 to accommodate four lanes of traffic. Eighty-five years later, here I am walking underneath with my little digital camera. When last year’s tsunami hit, it damaged the nearby docks, but the bridge stood strong, as it has all these years. I’m so glad I took those stairs.
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