So I’m just realizing that I never posted my pictures from my trip to the Pisgah Covered Bridge last fall. I posted them on Instagram but I forgot all about posting them here :-/
Back in October, we travelled to Asheboro, NC to visit this bridge I had been reading about. Around Halloween, articles popped up all over the internet about scary, creepy places that have unexplained things happening in and around them. I don’t like scary stuff of any kind and will stay far away from it if I can. It is rumored that this bridge is haunted. :-0 I was only there for the photography!
Pisgah Covered Bridge is one of two remaining historical covered bridges in North Carolina and is located near the Uwharrie National Forest. It was originally built in 1911 but washed away in a flood in August 2003. The bridge as we see it today is rebuilt from the original wood. Located right on Pisgah Covered Bridge Rd , you’ll find it nestled a little back into the woods surrounded by lots of trees and if you’re going by too fast you will miss it. To get to the bridge, you drive down a gravel road and reach a small parking lot. Picnic tables are set up and there’s lots of shade. The Little River runs under it.
When we first got out of the car, we noticed it was eerily quiet. The bridge is very prominent and serene. You can walk all the way through to the other side which connects to a quiet nature trail that loops back to the parking lot and bridge. We spent a lot of time walking the nature trail. There weren’t many people there at first. The boys climbed on the rocks and found other kids to play with while I took photos. We noticed a cross on the bank and that’s when I remembered the stories of the bridge possibly being haunted and I freaked myself out. I found out later that the cross was there because people get baptized in the water that spot. I thought it could have been a memorial of sorts because where it was seemed a little out of place.
Walking back towards the bridge we spent time walking under it and looking at the structure as well as sitting on the rocks. I walked inside of the bridge and it didn’t to appear to be all that creepy to me. Once I got to the other side, I stopped. We heard strange noises coming from the woods on the other side that we couldn’t explain. If the other people around us hadn’t given us the same look I would have thought my mind was playing tricks on me. The stories I’ve read are that people see the ghost of a woman hanging from the rafters or hear wind chimes. I didn’t hear any wind chimes or see any ghosts but the sound we all heard could have been a deer or some other animal huffing. I do know that when we got back to the car, the tire pressure monitor light was on. We didn’t see anything visibly wrong with any of the tires so we pulled off at the next gas station and checked the air and the air was all fine so I really can’t explain that one. There are stories about these haunted roads and bridges all over the place but there isn’t any real proof that I can find, that this bridge has any hauntings. If anyone knows any stories, I’d love to hear them. It is apparent that some local kids hang out there and take a lot of time to spray paint evil stuff all over the inside. I despise that. I don’t know what they’re thinking but either way it takes away from the history of the place and adds an element that’s very off putting. I took the opportunity to teach my boys a lesson in respect. I showed them how others have now defaced a piece of history and how the people that chose to write all over public property with evil words and pictures obviously weren’t thinking with a respectful mindset. We don’t see a lot of graffiti where we live and so they didn’t really understand why someone would write on it but you gotta get those teaching moments in where you can.
This was a short trip. We only stayed about an hour. The more I have them out with me on nature walks and hiking trips, the more I see how their minds are opening up to the world around them.They always look at me funny when I ask them what their experience was. At first, they’d ask me why I was asking them questions because they assumed I already knew the answers because we were experiencing it together. I tell them that two people can be standing next to eachother and have two different opinions, experiences and outlooks on what’s going on around them and just because I’m their mom, doesn’t mean I know everything about them. I take a lot of time getting to know them as individuals. I want them to grow up knowing that this world has a lot of good but also not so good. I think they get it but as preteens I get a lot of eye rolls and “yeah ok’s.” I’m just glad that they’re out and getting to experience this stuff with me. It’ll give them stories to tell their kids one day.
If I had to give this trip a rating out of 5 I’d give it a 4 just because of all of the graffiti inside the bridge. It really takes away from the whole scene. The other remaining covered bridge is Bunker Hill in Claremont, North Carolina. I’ll have to add that one to my ever growing list of places I want to photograph. Well hopefully you like these. Let me know what you think.