I’ve often said that I grew up in northern New Hampshire, in a very rural corner of the state. And I moved away from there as soon as I could. I HATED the small-town life, and have very few fond memories of it. I haven’t been back in about a decade, and don’t miss it in the least.
That is, until I came across this page.
One of these bridges is half a mile or so from my childhood home. It claims to be the oldest still-standing covered bridge in the US, built in 1827, and as far as I know nobody’s found an older one. I rode my bike across it, drove across it (before they built a modern bridge a couple of hundred yards away and closed it to cars), walked across it. It was my sanctuary, and it’s still my favorite “quiet place” to go to in the back of my mind.
Another one in the area is this bridge. The photos don’t show it, but just downstream of the bridge is “Big Eddy,” a very popular swimming area, complete with a natural rock waterslide and a big pool. But further down stream is “Little Eddy” — an even better swimming area. It’s amaller, naturally, but shaded and less popular — hence less crowded.
Damn, I just might have to fire up the Shaggin’ Wagon and take that three-hour drive some weekend soon…