I left Brett back in Tampa and headed up to Birmingham to visit my sister over Easter weekend. Even though Friday was going to be a cloudy rainy day, we risked it and headed up about an hour north of Birmingham to visit the past. Noccalula Falls was our destination. I hadn’t been since the early 70’s and was wondering if it looked the same. I’m sure a lot has changed but I remembered the park looking bigger. The story is that an Indian princess was already in love with someone else but her father told her she had to marry a neighboring chief instead so she fell to her death. Full story here. We were there after a big storm so the water was heavy coming over the falls.
Looking through the trees and down the Black Creek Gorge.
Some of the old buildings on display throughout the park.
Canadian geese at the top of the falls.
I found some old pictures that my dad had taken of the falls back in 1973. My sister and were posing on an old wagon (I’m on the left). We looked for the wagon when we were there but couldn’t find it. I think we were pretending to hold on to the reins. My dad always liked actions shots