New Hampshire has long had many covered bridges, and now it has at least one blanketed bridge. Last night, during another getting-to-know-you drive in Miss Bling, Reggie and I visited the old double-arch stone bridge on Route 9 near the Stoddard-Antrim border, which I’d blogged both before and after last October’s devastating floods.
In the months since I’d last seen Old Fragile, someone has covered her ruined side with a sandbag-weighted tarp, presumably to prevent further erosion.
I don’t know if there are plans to repair this old bridge: she no longer carries vehicular traffic, so she’s not useful to anyone except camera-toting tourists (and an occasional blogger) who pull off Route 9 long enough to snap appreciative photos. Still, it’s comforting to know that someone is keeping the patient comfortable even if she’s suffering from a terminal case of Gravity. Old relics die hard, and they deserve the decency of a respectful passing.
Hoarded Ordinaries 
Apr 12, 2006 at 2:04 pm
After catching up on your blog entries (post-Kyol Che), I am ready to crawl under that tarp myself. Oy, so much to catch up – nouveau bling, nouveau tank, and whatnot.
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Apr 12, 2006 at 10:23 pm
Yep…there’s been a lot of water under that (blanketed) bridge. 🙂
It’s good to have you back!
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