What another beautiful day! I couldn’t resist and went for a drive. I hadn’t been to Railroad Bridge Park in a few years so I decided to make the drive to see what the snow had brought to the flow of the river.
First, before I start yapping my lips, I’m such a spur-of-the-moment person that sometimes my judgement gets temporarily clouded. Beautiful, sunny day does not = warmth.
So, in my sneakers and light weight sweatshirt I hop out of the car and instantly go into freezer burn shock. It’s roughly about 32 degrees.
Not much snow left, but beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder because this place still takes my breath away.
The short drive into the park is gorgeous all in itself, but the end to which it reveals is a bit of history that once captured and transcended passengers throughout the Pacific Northwest. We will never know their destinations, nor why and this fascinates me.
I’ve walked this trail before with my family, my dog. And no matter the season, the beauty never changes.
The trail goes on for miles, in a peaceful state of nature’s white noise; birds, rustling leaves and the light flow of the river. It is only with the occasional bike rider passing who says hello when it is interrupted.
I was shocked with how low the water was, since we had that huge snow storm. Despite being low, it proved to still flow with purpose.
I walked up the path to snap a few pictures but I must admit, I had to run back down the trail and back to the car because by then, I was shivering so bad I could hardly stand it.
The river runs, I run! Thankful for the beautiful day and thankful for heated seats!