The Swann Covered Bridge, also called the Joy Covered Bridge or Swann-Joy Covered Bridge, is a county-owned, wood-&-metal combination style covered bridge that spans the Locust Fork of the Black Warrior River in Blount County, Alabama, United States. It is located on Swann Bridge Road off State Route 79, just west of the town of Cleveland, about 10 miles (16 km) northwest of Oneonta. Coordinates are 33°59′51.35″N 86°36′5.13″W / 33.9975972°N 86.6014250°W / 33.9975972; -86.6014250 (33.997597, -86.601425).
Built in 1933, the 324-foot (99 m) bridge is a Town Lattice truss construction over three spans. Its WGCB number is 01-05-05. The Swann Covered Bridge was listed on the National Register of Historic Places on August 20, 1981. It is currently the longest-existing covered bridge in Alabama and one of the longest in the United States. After having been closed to motor vehicle traffic in 2009, it was restored and reopened to motor vehicle traffic in October 2012. It is accessible via Swann Bridge Road from both sides. There is room to park on either side and walk across or under the single-lane bridge. The Swann Covered Bridge is maintained by the Blount County Commission and the Alabama Department of Transportation.
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