Crossing Time: No. 001 - Knight's Ferry
CROSSING TIME No. 001 — Knight’s Ferry The Bridge That Remembered the Flood Following Eric Sloane’s vanishing America, one crossing at a time. There is a particular moment when you encounter a covered bridge that does not exist with an ordinary bridge. Outside, the world is still open. At Knight’s Ferry, the Stanislaus River moves through the dry California foothills beneath a broad western sky, with oak-dotted slopes rising beyond the water and the remains of the old mill still scattered along the bank. The bridge sits within that landscape almost comfortably now, weathered into the place so completely that it is easy to approach it as scenery. Then you step through the portal. The light changes first. Bright California sun narrows into long strips between vertical boards, while the river that had been fully visible a moment before becomes something glimpsed through openings in the siding. Your imagination can hear a hundred years of footsteps reverberating from the wooden deck. ...