I sorely miss writing. And hope to return to it on a much more frequent basis soon. In the meantime, I have pictures!
October afforded me one more trip to the beach, where I kissed summer good-bye. At least, I think that was her name.
Isn't she beautiful?
Then this past weekend, we ventured over to the Little River Canyon area in northeast Alabama. There we visited Little River Falls:
Fortunately, we did manage to locate Little River Falls a bit later. I decided not to get as close to the edge of this one:
The afternoon consisted of lots of driving and a bit of hiking. The trees, near the height of their autumn brilliance, combined with the waterfalls and sheer drops of the cliff walls provided a perfect backdrop for both. Even though quite a few people were out, there were a couple of times when I could hear nothing but the rushing of the river below. Absolute peace.
There was one sign which dubbed the area the Grand Canyon of the South. And to think I'd never been there before, even though it's only a couple hours away. Sometimes I think we tend to overlook the tourist attractions nearest to us.
I was hopeful of happening upon the remains of an old, abandoned theme park I'd read about which resided in the area many years ago, called Canyon Land. You know my fascination with defunct theme parks. It's even greater than my fascination with defunct relationships. Unfortunately, Google can only get you so far -- in either endeavor --and I was unable to find it. If I can get a bit more information on its exact location, it would definitely be worth another trip someday.
For now, it's just good to be back in the fold.
"Farewell, my summer love, farewell. Girl, I won't forget you..."