The Nectar Covered Bridge was a county-owned, wood and metal combination style covered bridge which spanned the Locust Fork of the Black Warrior River in Blount County, Alabama, United States. It was located on Nectar Bridge Road off State Route 160, just east of the town of Nectar, about 14 miles (16 kilometers) northwest of Oneonta. Coordinates are 33°57′22.45″N 86°37′34.17″W / 33.9562361°N 86.6261583°W / 33.9562361; -86.6261583 (33.956236, -86.626158).
Built in 1932, the 385-foot (117-meter) bridge was a Town Lattice truss construction over four spans. Its WGCB number is 01-05-04. The Nectar Covered Bridge was listed on the National Register of Historic Places on August 20, 1981. It was the second-longest covered bridge built in Blount County, to the latter constructed 432-foot (132-meter) Standridge Covered Bridge near Hayden, which burned down in 1967. At one time, the Nectar Covered Bridge was the seventh longest covered bridge in the country. The bridge remained open to single lane motor traffic from its construction until it was burned by vandals on June 13, 1993. It was maintained by the Blount County Commission and the Alabama Department of Transportation.
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