Other than the wind rustling the newly bare trees, the loudest sound in this quiet roadside park is the thump of my motorcycle boots on the well-worn wooden floor of Campbell’s Covered Bridge. I pace the length of the 38-foot historic bridge, pausing to gaze down at the peaceful trickle of Beaverdam Creek below and savor my unexpected solitude. During the warmer months, the … [Read more...] about Notes from the Road: A bridge never too far