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Spring River Swinging Bridge



Photos taken April 2005 by Keith Stephens

BH Photo #100990


Lost swinging bridge over Spring River next to AR 361 between Black Rock and Old Davidsonville
Randolph County, Arkansas, and Lawrence County, Arkansas
Bridge destroyed, but some vestiges remain, including a standing tower, a fallen tower, some cables, and some approach piers
Built 1936 by the Works Progress Administration; destroyed by fire in 1951 under mysterious circumstances. Current bridge built 1992.
- Works Progress Administration
Wire suspension
Length of largest span: 259.9 ft.
Total length: 671.9 ft.
Deck width: 13.8 ft.
Vertical clearance above deck: 32.0 ft.
Approximate latitude, longitude
+36.13935, -91.08372   (decimal degrees)
36°08'22" N, 91°05'01" W   (degrees°minutes'seconds")
Approximate UTM coordinates
15/672415/4001105 (zone/easting/northing)
Quadrangle map:
Inventory numbers
AHTD 19824 (Arkansas Highway and Transportation Dept. bridge number)
BH 10555 (Bridgehunter.com ID)

Update Log 

  • October 9, 2019: New photo from David Backlin
  • October 6, 2014: New photos from Patrick S. O'Donnell
  • April 26, 2005: Posted new photos from Keith Stephens


  • Keith Stephens - keithstephens [at] cox-internet [dot] com
  • Patrick S. O'Donnell - 1 [dot] 991km [at] comcast [dot] net
  • David Backlin - us71 [at] cox [dot] net


Spring River Swinging Bridge Unnamed 4 miles south of Imboden
Posted August 26, 2014, by ralph haskett (yourhandy69 [at] gmail [dot] com)

I have seen The ruins of an old bridge South of Imboden About 4 miles

Half a mile North of Lawsons Creek One lane wide Bridge footings Bowl Concrete footings Both sides of the river At least 15 feet above water Too far apart for a single span All Columns gone now. Only think I find out about it It may have been called military bridge In a US Military report About it being washed out No other records I can find talks about it

Spring River Swinging Bridge
Posted May 10, 2012, by Robert L. Stephens (tylerhotel [at] hotmail [dot] com)

I remember crossing this bridge once in the late 1940s, when I was about eight or nine years old. It had a wooden deck, was a narrow one lane, and moved more than I liked. In fact, I think the entire family objected to crossing it but Daddy was in charge and we went over. It felt good to complete the trek.