9/27/2013. Friday. " Hush, Frieda And Deal The Cards!"
I think I'm losing my hearing; This morning I thought I heard the Navigator say she was done with Indiana and was ready to head south. After breakfast, I knew I was just hallucinating. We decided to head north to Turkey Run State Park and photograph a few more covered bridges. After all, we do have 9 picture frames on the living room wall at home and we only took 4 pictures yesterday which means we need to capture the likeness of 5 more bridges today to make a covered bridge gallery. It was, I must say, a pleasant drive up US 41 to Turkey Run and then a short jog down 47 to our first bridge: the Cox Ford Bridge built in 1913 and spanning 176 feet over Sugar Creek. We had to turn off 47 and onto a narrow, winding and hilly gravel road in the forest to get to Cox Ford Bridge. Once we arrived, there was a suitable parking area for me to view the bridge from the car while the Nav rappelled down a steep embankment next to the river so she could get the maximum exposure ( pun intended) of the whole bridge spanning the river. From the appearance of her picture it appears she did an admirable job getting the rustic red bridge in the right light.
The car now had to trudge back up the gravelly lane to 47 where it took a left and headed see the Narrows Bridge that was located on the Narrows Road. Convenient, huh? This road was very narrow but paved which is a big plus in my book; however, there was no place to park so I pulled off onto a narrow shoulder and hoped I wouldn't be blindsided by another car coming over the hill. The Narrows Bridge was built in 1882 and spans 121 feet over Sugar Creek. Once again Anita wandered off into the wilderness in search of the perfect spot to photograph this lovely wooden spance. Finally, the Rush Limbaugh show was on the radio so I had something to do while Anita risked life and limb taking pictures. Wow, 2 bridges done in no time and only 3 remaining! Back onto 47 and heading back to 41 north.
We sped along to our next stop only 5 minutes away. The Wilkins Mill Bridge was just off the highway and on another gravel road but the ride of 100 feet was bearable. This bridge was built in 1906 and spans 102 feet over Sugar Mill Creek. Photographing this bridge required the Nav to negotiate a very steep embankment and dodge evil brambles lurking innocently in the under brush. Rush was lambasting the liberals as usual and critiquing the Republicans for trashing Sen. Cruz.
To get to our next stop we had to leave the comforts of a U.S. highway and travel over Indiana's now infamous country backroads through the ever present cornfields.
As usual, we got lost amidst the crops; Cornfields have eyes, you know. Luckily, a farmer driving the requisite old, beat up Chevy pickup happened by and i flagged him down. When I asked him where I could find the covered bridge around here, he thrust his weathered arm out of the window and jerked his thumb telling me to stay straight ahead and turn left onto Tow Path Road. After offering him my prodigious gratitude, we cautiously headed onward. Now, readers, what would you think if some farmer told you to take a road called Tow Path? Exactly!
Tow Path Road was more of a gravel alley in the middle of nowhere. I gently nosed the car down the alley and tried to avoid the ruts and holes in the gravel surface and edged it down to the bridge. The Mill Creek Bridge was built in 1907 and its 92 feet spans Mill Creek. This was a spooky place so I turned up Rush to scare off any boogie men that might be awaiting us. Anita went down the bank and snapped a few photos and returned safely to the car. Thanks, Rush!
At last, we were able to hit our last bridge using national government funded highways. Jackson Bridge is an all white bridge built in 1861 and its 207 feet spans Sugar Creek; This is the longest single-span covered bridge still in use in the U.S.A. These last 5 bridges were well worth the drive; they are the most scenic of the bridges we have seen while traversing the Covered Bridge Trail. October 11 is the beginning of the Covered Bridge Festival in this area and the residents say the traffic is unbearable for the 2 week affair. I can't imagine the traffic jams on these small, narrow country roads. Each little town will have tents set up for entertaining the visitors and housing the vendors selling their wares during the festival.
The Navigator said we should have a late lunch in Rockville at the Jailhouse Cafe. This was a neat little cafe located across from the courthouse in this small town. The decor was eclectic to say the least: there were bed springs leaning against one wall where diners could post notes or advertising. There were 8 little old ladies occupying 2 tables playing cards and eating dessert while we were there. I could hear them talking hence the title of this blog. We both ordered the Italian grinders that consisted of Italian ham,salami, pepperoni, italian sweet peppers, provolone cheese and a dash of oil and vinegar and nicely arrayed on a toasted freshly made hoagie roll. The potato salad was also out of this world. This was absolutely the best Italian grinder ever in history of the Roman Empire forward. After lunch, I stepped next door to the Rockville Sweet Shop for a pumpkin ice cream cone and a 1/2 lb of butter pecan fudge. Evidently a young couple own both the cafe and sweet shop: he runs the cafe and his wife runs the sweet shop. Oh, by the way, she makes all of the fudge in the shop and it is GOOOOOOOD!
Saturday will probably mean a trip north to see mules pulling a canal boat.
** Note: Thanks to the suggestion of William Thomas Memmoli, I have added paragraphs to make reading these blogs a little easier. He still traces the sentences with his index finger as he reads!