To get to our house from any town, there are main roads or well-known and much-used side roads. We are well off the beaten track but easy to find on mainstream roads.

However, out in ‘these parts,’ there are even more backroad ways to get to our house. One of our favorites requires us to cross an old one-lane stone bridge, build in 1891. The bridge spans a wide creek which was once used by flatboats to carry cargo to the White River, which connects to the Wabash River, which connects to the Ohio River, which empties into the mighty Mississippi River.

You can still see some of the old slaughterhouse docks, slowing crumbling away along the creek banks.

Did I say ‘slaughterhouse’ up there? I sure did. Ghosts and all. But that’s another post.

This bridge is just a hoot and a holler from our house. From the slaughterhouse, our home is just yonder. Travel the road a piece and turn right. There we are.

Hub can’t go over the stone bridge without stopping and taking some pictures. Thanks to him and his keychain digital, we have this view in all its glories, over every phase of all four seasons. Today, it was breathtaking.

How pretty was this view today? It was beautiful. Too bad I can’t seem to post a picture of it big enough to see without squinting. If you know how, please tell me. If you want to see it in a bigger version, email me and I’ll send it to you. If the stupid picture will send. Stupid internet.