Yesterday we saw one of the homes in Covington but today we’re on our way out of town riding on what’s left of the railroad. Covington sits on the banks of the Wabash river and in years gone by I suspect that it saw quite a few trains pass through. Nowadays though the town has gone quiet and the tracks play host to more wildflowers than they do anything else. Just on the outskirts of town, the tracks cross the river on this ancient bridge.
The tracks themselves have long been taken up and used elsewhere but this old and tottering relic represents a former era. The long straight parallel lines of the track vanish into the distance much as the heyday of the town did when the trains stopped coming through. All the traffic that used to find itself on the rails now races past 2 miles to the south on I-74.