July 10th: We had planned to drive to Rainier-OR, to collect the mail following our business at the Scan & Print Office … but, instead we ended up back at the motel cooling our heels for a couple hours.
The drive to Rainier had been officially scrapped.
At one point Holland asked if I was miffed that we hadn't gone to pick up the mail, and I laughed and said, "Nope. I'm understanding your routine now - you like to get stuff done and out of the way early in the morning … and be home by 1:00 in the afternoon. I pretty much know that if that time comes and goes and we are hunkered down, we're not going anywhere until morning." He quipped, "That's not so." And I laughed some more, and said, "Yes, it is" with a wink.
He must have been annoyed with that interchange, because around 8 PM, he shut his laptop down and said, "1 o'clock my ass … how about we go for a drive?" I blinked my eyes, and asked, "You want to go for a drive, now?" And then I couldn't resist … I threw a little sass into the mix … "are we going to be driving around until 1 AM? Goodie - I like long drives" ;-)
Holland just rolled his eyes and said, "Com'on smartass; let's go. Baby needs her drive; I thought we'd go down to the river and watch the sun go down - then explore a little more on the way back; bring your phone in case you see something you want to get a picture of."
I laughed all the way to the passenger side of Beast Betsy.
The evening air was balmy.
It was a fun drive.
We revisited his past fishing haunt, and enjoyed a golden slipping of the sun below the horizon.
We took a different route back to the motel - this route was scenic, and we both were glad we turned right instead of left :-)
The Lewis River Railroad Trestle Bridge was built around 1908, and is a 265.0 ft swing span bridge. The bridge was constructed as part of a railroad project to directly connect Portland, Oregon with Seattle, Washington.
Neither the swing span, nor the tender house, has been operational for some time.
This train bridge is referred to as 'The Ghost Bridge', because there have been many deaths on the tracks as people try to cross the rails - or climb to the top of the bridge to jump off as a summertime lark. No matter how fast you may think you are … you cannot outrun a high-speed train; and jumping into a river filled with debris is a foolish undertaking.
History of Woodland: https://www.pacific-hwy.net/woodland.htm
I'm happy my husband is relaxing more in this marriage, and is back on track with the building up of US.
I'm glad he is understanding that annoyances aren't always negative: sometimes annoyances can spur people into action … which can in turn, lead down enjoyable paths ;-)