Green Sergeant's Covered Bridge

Green Sergeant's Covered Bridge is a wooden covered bridge in Delaware Township, New Jersey over the Wickecheoke Creek near the border between the Hunterdon Plateau and Amwell Valley. As the last covered bridge in the state of New Jersey, it is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. The bridge was first constructed in 1872, but after being damaged in 1960, it was dismantled in order for it to be replaced with a modern bridge. In 1961, due to public outcry, the bridge was rebuilt from the original materials.

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