I have a thing about covered bridges. This was our first stop last Saturday... much to my utter delight. There are more covered bridges in the area that I get to see another time. But for that day, this was a real treat to me. These photos were all taken Saturday of the same little lovely bridge.


Here you can see it's age and how lovingly it has been cared for. I have never seen this one before. But I do have another that is a favorite of mine called the Mackee Bridge outside of Medford Oregon. It is not as well preserved as this one. In fact, it is closed to traffic... and when you walk across it past the big wooden posts that keep cars out, you can look down through holes in the floor to see the rushing water of the river below it.




This wonderful bridge is outside of Springfield Oregon... I believe he said it was in the Mohawk Valley area. But it is very similar to my Mackee bridge and it would not surprise me to find that the same builders had built both, so alike are they. Under this bridge, you can see how full its river is below. Rain is good for more than watering flowers. I love to watch the water rush past.




How amazing that it has lasted as long as it has through storms, traffic and time. ( DH was very patient with me and in fact, found me amusing with my camera clicking away at all the things he showed me. "Silly rabbit!" )












Yet you can see how well it was built. Someone has loved it through its years, sure enough... so it yet stands in use today.








Bridges of all shapes and kinds have played parts in my life. I have one now... though it is more of a giant erector set version... in Dumb Potter's Hell that confuses the heck out of tourists. There used to be a "natural land bridge" here a bazillion years ago. Time, erosion and volcanic activity knocked it into the Columbia River long ago. But it is part of our history and used as a lure for tourism.


Time is a bridge of sorts. I think of the Bay Bridge, the Golden Gate, many, many more that have been landmarks in my life... from the great ones to the underpasses that house my favorite words... "Rebecca Scuddles is oodles of funch!" ... which gives my blog its name. I wonder if any of those words still remain in faded fashion somewhere in time? I hope it endures.


Ha! For a time I left another message... C4 C do you remember these words? "The clouds are so beautiful that I could bite my toes!" Hahahaha... okay, so there was a time that I felt I had to leave words everywhere... the world my book, my blog... before there were blogs to leave my words on... before I ever contemplated writing a real book.

I have written three books, but never dared to try and publish them. For my boys, when entertainment was too expensive and words were all I could afford to give them. Should you ever meet my boys, ask them the story inside. All boys should have heroes and when your hero falls, someone must take up the job. I was not hero material, but I could give them some to follow... ethics and rules to live by. It is right that these heroes live in their hearts and none were published. Elden Kempt and tiny Twitter belong to them alone. We all need heroes. Especially boys reared by a woman alone and one very tough Bear... she's one of my heroes.

Writing is a bridge for me. A way to give passage to my thoughts and stories. A way from here to there and back again. A path from my experiences to yours... opens the way to trade. I love that.

What bridges do you love or have taken a part in your life? They can be real or imagined. You tell me what they are and what are they made of... tell me anything you like. All opinions and ideas are welcome here at Ooodles of Funch... its all funch you know. Big grins.

The pond is fairly quiet tonight. My favorite one is still working very long hours. But I do hear from him when he can. Nice. I enjoy that and other conversations... those these others are lesser. (Okay favorite frog... no jokes about grandpa now!) None other on the phone. It keeps life interesting and fun. All is taken with a grain of salt.

Here is to people and their stories! Bridges that bring us together. Cheers!

Now for another favorite "bridge" thing... Led Zep with Over the Hills and Far Away / The Crunge.

Led Zeppelin Over the hills and far away with lyrics

This one because a young man once built a bridge to my heart by playing this for me. Too bad it was built over a river of sh*t. ;-)

Now where's that confounded bridge?

Led Zeppelin- The Crunge (STUDIO VERSION)