Tioga Bridge - N Fork of the Umpqua River

Smith slipped into her new walking jacket as if she'd been handed a martini and told her fav suitor was at the door. We strolled over the bridge, then galloped down the trail. 

This and the Metolius River are the cleanest I've seen in the lower 48.

Taking a bearing.

Nearing the end, she sought refuge in her palanquin from the press of the cheering crowds. The street-sweepers will be busy all night at the confetti.