These gorgeous Black tailed deer are wandering around our campsite, almost coming into the trailer before I shooed them.
Up into the forest roads we came to said bridge, built as a railroad for logging in 1929.
There was no way down the steep gorge to get a side view and the views looking down made me feel quite dizzy! Had to make do with a shadow of the bridge profile.
On the way back we picked brambles then called at a farm stand and picked our own green beans, beetroot, courgettes and got carrots and delicious beef tomatoes.
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