Photo Thanks To Ruth Tuter - By John Gover
BH Photo #187374
By consulting the quad maps I was able to find the location of the bridge. BTW -- the hint of Scott's Camp helped me locate and confirm it.
Amazing to see this picture. I own the cabin on the now private road that used to lead to the County Line Bridge before Truman Lake came in. I was 5 when the lake came in and have only heard stories of the bridge from my Grand Father who still lives 1/4 a mile away from the cabin.
Please contact me via email if there is anyway I can get a copy of the picture to hang in my cabin.
My father and a family friend used to duck hunt this area. I rem hearing them talk of hunting near the "old county line bridge".
Our family had a lake home at Racket near Warsaw. I rem all the "swinging bridges" in the area. Racket and Warsaw were 2nd homes in my childhood.
Great photo! I converted it to JPG and added it to this page's gallery above.
I am Attaching a photo of the County Line bridge that was shared with us by Ruth Tuter of Henry County. It is of the Gilbert-Harris Bridge (County Lint Bridbe) built in 1912 as seen on the photo.
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If I am remembering correctly, this bridge was the place where I was about as scared as I can remember. My mother's brother from Iowa was visiting and had taken us to see the flood waters that covered the road at the "low" end of the bridge. He drove out on the bridge to the other side. The dark muddy waters were swirling and the motion of the old bridge almost made me ill as we stood watching the debri move down river within just a few feet of the bridge. The bridge was high above the water at normal levels. With no way to turn around, Uncle Fred backed across the bridge. About halfway across, he hits his brakes and says, "We're going thru!". The bridge swung and bucked some. I believed him! At about 7 or 8 years old, that was quite a harrowing experience. Of course, Uncle Fred thought our reaction was hillarious. I never forgot his "joke" and often wondered how close we came to disaster.
Growing up in what is known as the Wisdom community, our family crossed this bridge anytime we made a trip to Clinton, which was about 2 or 3 times a year. On the high side of the river just at the end of the bridge sat a little store. I believe it was called "Scott's Camp". I am sure my uncle took photos that day, but he died many years ago and the photos are probably lost.