Buck Hill Farm Covered Bridge
The Buck Hill Covered Bridge, Eichelberger's Covered Bridge, or Abram Hess' Mill Bridge is a covered bridge located in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, United States. It is located on the Buck Hill Farm's pond on private property.
The bridge's WGCB Number is 38-36-15. In 1980 it was added to the National Register of Historic Places as structure number 80003528. It is located on private property.
The bridge is one of only 3 covered bridges in the county with horizontal side boards.
Read more about Buck Hill Farm Covered Bridge: History
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