Portland isn't just the "City of Roses." Bridges are a Portland thing, too--and without them, it'd be a lot harder to hop from Washington to Oregon and back again. The Columbia and Willamette rivers weave through the city, and without these bridges we'd be up the creek.
I recently explored one of the more iconic bridges in Portland, the St. Johns Bridge. It's a gorgeous steel suspension bridge with two 408" Gothic towers that command attention. It's the tallest (and arguably) the most beautiful bridge in Portland.
On a sunny, clear summer evening I set out beneath the bridge from Cathedral Park. It's a small neighborhood park with views of the Willamette River, rolling grass hills and stunning views of the underside of the bridge. There were a few families and couples picnicking below and lots of happy dogs. I generally love any place where dogs run happy and free.
I feel like Renoir and Monet would have loved to tackle this one.
The bridge supports are things of beauty. I could have sat underneath them with a good book for hours.
There's something very New York about this bridge. It reminds me of the urban "nooks and crannies" you can find in Manhattan, where you can stop and take a moment for yourself. Portland has lots of these, (St. Johns being the most New Yorky, in my opinion).
The views from the middle of the bridge (on a clear day) are stunning. From my stance I could clearly see Mount Hood. I could also make out Mount St. Helens and (if I were taller), Mount Adams.
As you cross the bridge, it looks as though you'll be dropped off into a dense forest ... Forest Park, that is. It's hauntingly beautiful. It's easy to see why the TV show "Grimm" is often filmed here.
I'll be returning on a foggy morning sometime, for sure.
Here's to you, St. Johns! Looking forward to our next hang. This time, on a cold, foggy morning to see how Gothic you can get.