Inside the Covered Bridge: Elizabethton

My previous post had the outer images of the Covered Bridge over the Doe River and in Elizabethton, TN. The following pictures shows the inside of the bridge, along with my boys, Andy and Joey.

The entire structure is made of wood, which is a good reason it is only a walking bridge.

Who were ML and WP? Did they ever get married? Was is a short-lived romance? Was it a romance at all? I guess we’ll never know.

I only add the last one because I think it’s rather odd to get your name on a memorial because you were one of the guys who picked the location of the bridge. I wonder how that conversation went:

Wiley: “JJ, where do you think we ought to put the bridge?”

JJ: “Why, right here, next the town. Seems to me, the logical choice.”

HM: “I concur with my colleague.”

Alas, the bridge ended up where it is and the three men are now immortalized for their astuteness in locating the Covered Bridge.

Not my idea of being immortalized.


Covered Bridge: Elizabethton

The boys and I drove over to Elizabethton, TN, while we were visiting family and walked around the Covered Bridge. Yup. That is the name of the bridge over the Doe River that is covered. It’s not hard to find once you get there. It’s the only covered bridge in town. The bridge is now a “walking bridge” since no vehicles are allowed, including skateboards or bicycles.

Of course, no town is complete without a pointy yet pointless object conveniently placed for all to see.

This is the dam right below the covered bridge. They didn’t officially name it, but I’m guessing if they did, it would be called The Dam. You can see from the sign on the dam that it’s a non-walking dam.

This is the “uncovered bridge” just down stream from the Covered Bridge. It is both a walking bride and a driving bridge. So you can use your skateboards and bicycles on it.


Empty Rest: Watauga River

We go to see family. We stay there because it’s the price of a hotel, with a much better view. Sometimes, we actually find rest. But it’s really surprising the number of times we have been to the water’s edge during times of trouble. I think I know what the writer of Hebrews meant when he wrote that Abraham wasn’t looking to the land he was promised, but a heavenly home, whose builder is God. That is where true rest if found.


Whiskey Bottles: Frisco Farmers’ Market

“Whiskey bottles, brand new cars, oak tree you’re in my way…”

I found these samples of whiskey at the Frisco Farmer’s Market. I wanted to sample it, which they would have gladly let me, but then I would have coveted a bottle. Given the price tag, upwards of $175 to $1,700 a bottle, I just felt it a wee bit too much for my tastes. You could say that they are really proud of their whiskey.


The Swingy Thingy: Frisco Fair

There is always that one ride. The swingy thingy was it. The line, which was non-existent when my boys arrived, was long. Then they had to sit in the chairs for a while. Finally, the ride started, and they rode it for such a short time, I almost missed it. It was not worth the money paid. But then again, that is the case with most of the rides at a carnival.

The Long Wait

The Short Ride