So sad this morning to hear the news of the Stonelick covered bridge collapse. Just this Sunday, I took Logan on the scenic route home to see the house I lived in as a teen. I used to ride my bike a LOT back in the day (I need to get back in that habit) and would check out any back road in reach. I was a little leery of the road conditions, but we did it and was fun to revisit my old stompin' grounds. One of them was this bridge. The big attraction to this bridge was the urban legends that surrounded it and the nearby church. The bridge was supposed to be haunted by a hanging man and the church was known as the devil's church in our school with a fountain that flowed blood. Well I never saw any of that. I just thought that the bridge was charming and peaceful even if it was a little spooky at night.
One of the first art prints I ever bought was of this bridge and it had hung in my adult home for years.