An Adventure with a Covered Bridge

Posted: November 19, 2012 in Gallery Post, Inkspots, Musings
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I’m  working on a post about all the things that have happened this week, the week where we went to  Vermont say good-bye to  my Uncle George,  but I’m not ready to talk about that. Not yet. Instead, I wanted to share this really neat town we stopped in and in particular, this covered bridge.  It’s made totally of wood, and can hold nineteen tons. Its strength lies in the wooden trusses. It’s a lovely bridge that’s been there for quite some time, though this particular bridge is not as old as you might think. In the late 1980’s  some mischief makers set it on fire and while they were caught and made to pay, the structure suffered $82,000 dollars in damage and had to be extensively rebuilt.


I got out of the van,  walked across it (it’s divided, with a pedestrian walkway beside the one lane-width bridge for cars),  and fell in love with the soft wub-wub-wub-wub  that the wind made as it caught under the eaves of the bridges  peaked roof. If you ever get a chance to walk over a covered bridge, definitely walk over it (provided that it’s not falling apart) because there is nothing like the bouncing wood under foot and the wub-wub sound that the wind makes.

It was a very bright day, so bright that I’ve had to fiddle a bit because most of the photos were overexposed. But look at the lovely pattern of light and dark that the shade and light made over the walk way. It was  an every-changing mosaic and when I walked through it, I was covered in the same pattern of diamond brights and dark diagonals.

Here’s a view from the middle of the bridge, looking up-stream. Behind me, cars were using their part of the bridge, making more wub-wub-wub-wub noises, and also making my frame bounce as they passed. It was the kinetic energy passing from the car through the boards  and trusses to where I was standing, and it was rather fun. I lingered there for a bit, enjoying the bouncing, and then continued onward.

In conclusion,  if you’ve ever a chance to wander, to wonder,  and to linger on a wooden covered bridge, do it! Anyone else spent part of a morning falling in love with a bridge like this one?  Let me know where and when, in the comments below.

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