Since the late 70s, the drive to my family's farm in Vermont would usually start in New York City and end just a few miles after traveling through one of the state's covered bridges. Like the ferry to Martha's Vineyard, the covered bridge on Swamp Road in Salisbury, first built in 1865, has always marked the transition from the bustle of modern ways to a slower, more peaceful place. Last weekend's visit felt the same but different.
Monday, January 20, 2014
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