Faced with the need to make a run to Lebanon (here pronounced LEB-a-nun) about an hour northeast of here, I decided to leave behind the tedium of Interstate 5--and the tension of passing endless strings of semis--and take the more scenic back roads.  And I'm very glad I did.  My first stop was Halsey, where I wanted to get a better look at the towering grass seed elevator that looms above this sleepy town of roughly 850 residents.

Actually, there are two corrugated metal elevator buildings, as you can see here.
The picture doesn't give a sense of how very tall they are, though.  Maybe if there'd been someone standing across the street in front of the building in the foreground, you could tell.  Still, the buildings are unique and haunting.

Detail on the front of the larger elevator building.  I have no idea what these are for, but I'd love to know.

When I stopped to get a look at the elevators, I pulled off around a corner to park and noticed this sign across the street.  Around the corner of the building I discovered a sculptor of sorts, who really did like Chevys, as you can see below:

Leaving Halsey, I caught a connecting road that took me east, across Interstate 5 and on to Brownsville, a historic little town of about 1,800 residents.  Coming into town, you cross this bridge. 

Above: The shallow Calapooia River, which divides the old and new sections of Brownsville.  The Kalapooya were the native people who lived here before European settlers arrived.