Covered bridges are not something we see much of in Aussieland. New Brunswick, Canada, has 62 of them. I found this description which best sums them up:
“Covered bridges seem to promise all the best features of bygone country life: a cool fragrant wooden space like an old barn, built of hand-hewn timbers, beside sunny fields or quiet forests, over rolling waters”.
It was towards the longest covered bridge in the world that TR and I pointed our bikes one fine and sunny summer’s day. The ride traversed a quiet country road alongside a river, with gorgeous scenery around every corner. TR had her camera loaded and ready to go:
Almost immediately after we left Fredericton, we came across these views of the river and surrounding countryside:
TR went to get some gas while I stopped down the road at this spot:
After an excellent ride through the above countryside, TR and I approached Hartland, New Brunswick, home of the longest covered bridge in the world. Before I show you the pics, I’ll explain why these bridges are covered. Although they appeal to tourists, there is also a practical reason: in climates where the snow and ice falls hard in the winter, the coverings offer a level of protection from the elements. It is said that an ordinary wooden bridge in these parts will last 10 to 15 years. A covered bridge, however, will still be standing after 70 or 80 winters.
Here are a few photos of the covered bridge at Hartland. It’s over 1200 feet long:
TR and I took millions of photos (each) then crossed the bridge via this pedestrian walkway:
TR took this one of the flowers at the entrance of the bridge. Pretty eh?
Actually, TR took most of the photos in this post. She has a good eye!
Views from the walkway:
View from the other side:
I went under the bridge and sat on a pontoon to get more photos. I stayed there for ages, a lovely peaceful spot:
Got these photos:
It was a nice little sojourn in Fredericton with the two older women, and the above is just one of the scenic places in the area. I have continued my tour and am now in Nova Scotia. TR is with me, having offered her services as a guide through this, her home province. Unbelievably, it is even more beautiful than New Brunswick. I have literally hundreds of photos to sort through before I can upload the next post. Stay tuned for these, as well as my account of our travels through Nova Scotia, TR breaking the law (again) – this time riding sans her helmet, tsk tsk, and our stay in a Posh Hotel.