Under the Falls

My car fried the computer last week. My brother told me he would give me his old pickup if I came and got it. Today I am on my way home from Hermiston, Oregon. I stopped at Multnomah Falls, but the falls did not interest me this time. However, the water flowing under this old road bridge was so clear that I blipped the water and the bridge.

Too bad I did not take a picture of me spun out off the road about 2 hours earlier Sunday morning. I was too busy trying to swallow my heart back into my chest. What a way to wake up.