There are only two covered bridges left in North Carolina and this particular bridge, Bunker Hill bridge, is the only one of its kind left in the world. Finding ourselves sans sisters for the evening, my 9 year old son and I went exploring this bridge, over and under and all around. I took pictures of him while we explored, he pretended not to mind. But I know he’s a pretty serious kid who is seriously embarrassed of his rather large front teeth. He hopes to grow into them one day.
We jumped a fence and went under the bridge. We sat listening to the sound of the footsteps of the other visitors walking above our heads. We pretended to be the fearsome troll in the “”The Three Billy Goats Gruff”…”WHOSE THAT TRAMPING ON MY BRIDGE!!” we would whisper with fierceness to one another. Later, we were Confederate soldiers fleeing a Union attack. Then we just sat in silence and tossed rocks into the river below, watching our ripples collide into one another.
There is more to this story. There is a hidden rock we tucked under this bridge. But the location of the rock is a secret just between my son and me.
