It was a day of contrasts. Our drive along Interstates 5, 250 and 84 took us within one mile of our destination. Along the way we passed several clever and interesting signs,
sculptures we couldn’t understand,
huge log yards with inventory destined for Japan, China and other Pacific Rim countries,
and a couple on a motorcycle with a red fringed helmet.
As it was a slow day visually, we took note of some road signs never seen back home in the Philadelphia suburbs.
Once on I-84 heading east along the Columbia River, we passed some unusual rock formations
and one of the waterfalls we hope to see up close tomorrow.
The last mile of today’s journey was the most tense of this trip, even beating our ride through Yellowstone. We could see our campground destination just across the Columbia River … and only needed to cross the Hood River/White Salon Bridge. It was only 4,418.2 feet (or 0.8 miles) wide and had plenty of height at 14.7 feet when our motorhome is just 12½ feet high.
However, the lanes are only 9’4” wide while our 8’6” wide …
leaving us just 5" of clearnace on each side between my motorhome and the bridge’s railings on one side and some equally wide vehicles coming the other way on the driver's side!
Fortunately, we made without any scrapes or nicks, albeit with a few white knuckles! This evening, we found teh perfect reminder of how we both felt during that crossing.
