When I read the prompt for this week, I thought of the old covered bridges my father went out of the way to drive across. During the 1960s our family took many road trips around Indiana. Sometimes we went to a park for a picnic, sometimes to visit family or friends. I can remember during some of these trips stopping to view one of the many covered bridges found all around Indiana. [1] Some of the bridges were in very poor condition and were not to be driven across. On more than one occasion I recall looking down at the creek below between the remaining boards that once made the bridge.
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Family Finds 