Pretty things in the drizzle at Noccalula Falls in north Alabama. We were lucky that the rain had stopped while we walked around the park. A little drizzle for a short time but at least the pouring rain had stopped. It was still a beautiful place even in the gloom.
The petting zoo animals were having fun in the mild weather.
I would like to get back there in the fall when the leaves are changing.
Linking to Wednesday Around the World.
Our visit to Noccalula Falls north of Birmingham would not be complete without a hike down to the river and under the falls.
A quick video under the falls to show how loud it was with the water crashing over.
The hike down wasn’t bad. The weather was cool and the rain held off.
As we got closer to the falls, we had to be careful climbing over the slippery rocks.
The wall under the falls was full of these little birds nesting. This was cropped up and they blended in pretty well. My sister saw one fly into the nest. Otherwise I don’t think we would have noticed them. I think this is a northern rough wing swallow. A first for me.
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