When the Great Master Planner set
about the landscape plan for what would become northern New England, he sent
massive glaciers south to carve deep valleys and granite summits along its
spine, raising in the process a mountain range whose time-worn summits today
are older than the Alps and were once just as grand. The word Vermont literally
means “Green Mountains” and those
forest-bound valleys gathered the waters which flowed year-round from the rains
and snowfall which fell in generous, even mighty, abundance. When the first European settlers braved the
challenges of a new land, the water-power of those rivers, creeks, brooks and
streams became both blessing and challenge as first wagon roads and then
highways of commerce sought to traverse their winding and wandering courses.
The first bridge-builders soon
discovered that just as buildings could not long endure without a sound roof to
protect the most carefully-crafted timber structures, the bridges they built
soon surrendered to unforgiving climate and weather. The oldest of Vermont’s
100 surviving and still-active covered bridges is probably the “Pulpmill
Bridge” crossing Otter Creek near the town of Middlebury, a rare “double-lane”
bridge thought to date back to 1802 or 1804. Like the 200 or more which once
crisscrossed Vermont, it meets the definition of a “true” covered bridge, in
that it is constructed by a series of interlocking “trusses” rather than
straight “stringers”. The real covered bridge
aficionado is well acquainted with terms such as “Queenpost”, “Kingpost”,
“Long” and “Burr truss” construction techniques, as well as the names of the
enterprising builders who invented and even patented them.
And then there are covered bridge “pilgrims”
such as I, motivated by the romance and sheer iconology of the pursuit, for
whom treading the planks of these stubborn survivors of an earlier time is like
walking beneath the knave of a famous cathedral. I have waited at night in the shadows
of at least one or two “haunted” bridges under a full moon, pictured
horse-drawn wagons delaying their way through a “kissing” bridge, and wondered
if I could still hear the hoof-beats of a “highwayman” who waited for travelers
to be robbed on yet another. Stories of
a suicide tryst, runaway stage coach accidents, wedding ceremonies and murder
mysteries all await the investigator on the lookout for anecdotes and something
unusual; after all, a man-made structure which has outlived generations of
travelers who have passed that way has its own stories to tell.
In Northfield Falls, I have found
the only place in America where one can see and photograph two covered bridges
at one time, and I have admired an Otter Creek bridge which was washed off its
base and floated two miles downstream in the flood of 1927, only to be towed
back and re-anchored in its former position afterward. Vermonters love their
covered bridges, and every town somehow manages to fund and carry out needed repairs
year after year – even in hard times. It says something that the state’s newest
covered bridge was built in 1969 by the town of Woodstock, whose city fathers
didn’t want to be outdone by anyone!
If I had to pick a personal
favorite, “The Bridge at the Green” in West Arlington, where it crosses the
fabled Battenkill” river – the virtual birthplace of American fly-fishing –
would be it. Built in 1851, it stands within eyesight of Norman Rockwell’s long-time
residence and studio. We usually pack a picnic lunch for our annual visit.
Another “regular” on our list
is the double-span Taftsville Bridge, spanning a picturesque set of waterfalls
on the Ottauquechee river. Measuring 190
feet in all, it was built by Solomon Emmons in 1836.
A walk through the
Taftsville structure exposes the visitor to a true one-of-a-kind hybrid, combining three different truss
designs plus a laminated arch found nowhere else.
Standing in a lovely
and lonely location near the town of Hartland, the 1881 Martins Mill Bridge
over Lull’s Brook is typical in its simple and enduring Town Lattice design.
The sounds of tumbling water from an ancient weir and birdsong add to an early
autumn setting.
Woolen mills once made
use of the waterpower supplied by the Ompompanoosuc River near Thetford, where
a covered bridge such as this one might once have involved a toll charge, to
say nothing of a 2 mph speed limit for horses!
Note:
Tropical Storm “Irene” in 2011, did considerable damage to Vermont’s
cherished covered bridges including
several pictured in this article, and repairs are still under way.
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