The Jack's Creek Covered Bridge, also known as the Upper Covered Bridge, is a county-owned wooden covered bridge that spans the Smith River in Patrick County, Virginia, United States. It is located on Jack's Creek Road (SR 615) off State Route 8 just south of the community of Woolwine, about 11 miles (18 kilometers) north of Stuart. Coordinates are 36°45′51.14″N 80°16′23.98″W / 36.7642056°N 80.2733278°W / 36.7642056; -80.2733278 (36.764206, -80.273328).
Built in 1914 (some sources say 1916), the 48-foot (15-meter) bridge is a Queen-post truss construction over a single span. Its WGCB number is 46-68-02. The Jack's Creek Covered Bridge was listed on the National Register of Historic Places on May 22, 1973. It is one of two historic covered bridges remaining in Patrick County, maintained by the Patrick County government.
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