The Webster's Ford covered bridge in Reelsville,Putnam County Indiana was built in 1880.
author's note: We don't have covered bridges in Texas. I can still remember seeing my first one while living and working in Indiana. I was awestruck, in love with the nostagia associated with these historic structure. It arches like memory~ wood darkened by rain, each plank carrying some half-forgotten syllable from a century that didn’t hurry. Step inside and the air changes. Light slips through the slats in uneven stripes, and your footsteps answer back as though the bridge has been waiting to hear them again. Outside, the river keeps moving, unimpressed by nostalgia. But within the span, something lingers~ a quiet craft, a kind of shelter that feels borrowed from another life. Every covered bridge is a held breath, a pause between where you were and where you think you’re going~ a place where history doesn’t mind being crossed slowly.
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