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We had gone up to find the property and see the cemetery again, but either there was a locked gate, or we could not remember where it was. Just up the road we came upon this bridge–we could find no clue as to where it was relocated from. Maybe the road changed. Maybe there was a flood.

We hunted around for a bit and ended up downstream at the outflow of Haupt Creek on the Gualala River. We tried to hike upstream to the bridge, but the fallen logs and tangle made it too difficult. We decided to picnic on the wide flat beach, ended up staying for a while, just enjoying this magical place.

Steve and Betsy on Haupt Beach, on the Gualala. This is a small detail of a large photograph of the giant redwoods.

On the way up we had stopped in Ukiah to visit Aunt Bobbie. She was a pistol, a tiny thing. She really liked me, and gave me some good advice about life.

Last year I was visiting Occidental, and stopped at a little gift store. There was a vintage book on the history of Gualala on a table. I asked the clerk if I could take a few photos, and she happily agreed. For brevity, I have posted these in a grid. Click on any image and scroll through the series.