Olympics from 66th Avenue Bridge

In June, while stopped on the 66th avenue bridge waiting for the traffic light, I chanced to look west down the Puyallup River towards Tacoma.

Living in the Northwest, it’s easy to take our fabulous landscape for granted.

 

About Dave Scott

I have been hanging about the Pacific Northwest between Washington and British Columbia for most of my days. A brief sojurn to Quebec in my younger years, and another in Alberta not so many years ago are the only times when I have not called the Wet Coast my home.