In case any of you do not remember my fascination for Robert Kincaid, I will remind you that he’s the fictional character who was in love with Francesca in the book and movie “Bridges of Madison County”. Which woman has not lusted for him or found his character intriguing to say the least? In the last few days, the spirit of Robert Kincaid perhaps infused himself into me to such an extent that I was compelled to drive all over Bucks County in search of the 12 historical covered bridges with my partner in crime, Helen. I found 10 of them with her. One remains a mystery since we lost our way and just couldn’t find it. Helen was my human GPS and tirelessly helped me with my adventures, discovering these bridges in some very hard to find locations, flanked by charming towns amidst gurgling little brooks and streams. If it wasn’t for her I would have lost myself in parts unknown in Bucks County, PA under the charm of some historical covered bridge.
I share with you some of the romance of the covered bridges of Bucks County in a pictorial dialogue as I travel across this scenic landscape of rural Pennsylvania. Many of the bridges were originally built in the 1800s. Some were rebuilt due to fires or some sort of destruction caused to them. Bridges like the Schofield Ford Covered Bridge can be traversed by only foot or horseback. With others, you can drive through them in your car, sometimes one car at a time in an honor system. The South Perkasie one stands alone in a park setting devoid of any traffic, but boasts a very humorous line for anyone who may wish to cross it on foot. It reads: “$5 fine for any person riding or driving over this bridge faster than a walk or smoking segars on”. Most of them are red, but one or two are white or gray in color. I hope you find as much pleasure in them as I have found while the spirit of Robert Kincaid took over my mind, heart and soul in the last few days. NOTE: Please click on the smaller pictures to see a larger view of the bridges. Thank you for coming to visit me.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not the man less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal. – Byron
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