Just a quick scramble underneath the bridge, and Little Turtle gets to take a break next to this lovely clear pool. The Girl didn’t even have to hopscotch out into the river to take this photo, which is the last in this series from the Santiam River in Oregon. Thanks for visiting!
This bridge isn’t even all that high, thank goodness. Little Turtle may have been on many high bridges, but he’s still not used to anything higher than his perch on The Girl’s alarm clock. But it’s a very nice view of the north fork of the Santiam River, at least, and The Girl’s father is in this photo. Hi, papa!
Okay, this is the last shot of machinery. Promise. Pipes leading to or from the boiler, once upon a time? Who knows!
Check out these very teeny mushrooms Little Turtle found! They are so bitty.
Of course, The Girl had to climb into what must have been the hearth of the boiler. Of course. It was dark, and rusty, and very scary. Naturally she had to do it. At this point, Little Turtle almost doesn’t even care. This boiler next to the hiking trail along the Santiam River’s north fork barely phases him. Yay, Little Turtle!
This is the front of that old boiler by the hiking trail along the north fork of the Santiam River in Oregon. The air holes (?) were just the right size to fit a Turtle, assuming that Turtle is a Little one.
Little Turtle discovered some ancient writing on this pipe next to the old boiler in Santiam River’s North Fork hiking trail. What could it possibly say?