I'm not looking for the sympathy vote (sure I am), but I dragged myself out of bed and off of the couch, away from my warm blanket, where I've been huddled fighting a cold, to ride 10 miles out into the country for my centerline pic.
|Photograph by Ron Kropf|
Larwood Bridge, one of several covered bridges in our area. Next to the bridge is a small park. I grew up in the area, so as a kid I've gone swimming here (locals know there are better spots), rode over the bridge by bicycle and on horseback until we all grew up and gave up horses and bicycles for cars. On a darker note, a murder victim was found here a few years ago. A friend of ours was the one to discover the body. But for the most part it's a beautiful little place often filled in the summer with families out for a picnic and a swim. One last bit of trivia to bore you with, it's one small claim to fame is being the only place where a river (Roaring River) runs into a creek (Crabtree Creek).