Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Halfway. A man on a four-wheeler welcomed us to the West Union bridge and told us a story about this long, long covered bridge. The mail man crossed the bridge and talked to a farmer with a large wagon of hay waiting to cross. They spoke and the mailman continued his rounds. On the way back, the farmer was still waiting to cross and staring through the length of the bridge - so he asked if there was a problem and the farmer said that his wagon and hay would just barely fit the entrance on this end and he didn't think he'd be able to get out the other end.
