I love covered bridges. I like to think of the people who built them, the families who crossed over them, just the general history that surrounds the bridge itself. When we were first married, we would go for 'rides' in the country. One day we turned off our customary path and found this treasure in the middle of nowhere. At that time, there was no marker indicating who had built the structure or how old it was. Last weekend we ventured down this road again on our way back from the safari and discovered that the bridge was built in the 1840s by Horace King. It's remarkable to find something from the past as simple, yet as beautiful, still standing today. I had to jump out of the car and snap a picture of it before we drove thru to the sound of the clippity clap boards on the bridge.