Nursing a split shin bone, I decided to go visit a beautiful waterfall in the Black Warrior Mountains yesterday. We had received almost 3 inches of rain the night before and although 30 miles away, I thought the falls might be running full. Patsy decided to go with me.
I had been nursing the leg by following doctor orders of keeping it elevated which requires recliner time. He's gonna look at it again in late January to see how or if it's healing.
Sougahoagadee is a Creek Indian word meaning female hog. The white man, not being able to say Sougahoagadee, simply called it Sow creek falls. It's a sacred place for the various clans of Creek Indians and a few times per year they meet here to observe tribal ceremonys. It's a 4.4 mile round trip.
The area had not received the rainfall we had but the falls was still beautiful.
The trail only has one 'difficult' climb and otherwise follows an old Indian path that was widened during the 1920s for logging purposes. It is deer season in Alabama so we wore our hunter orange, (which I HATE), as required but rarely enforced. Even Buddy had his orange collar.
If you know where to look there are some fossilized tree bark in the trail. I forget the name but 'they' say this tree is where the Alabama coal comes from.
In my early 20s, 50 years ago, I made a trip out there during a rare week long freeze in north Alabama. The temperature was 9 degrees when I left the truck. Patsy wouldn't go with me so I went by myself. I was 22, bullet proof, dumb as a rock, and not thinking about the danger, I wanted to see the falls frozen over. I fell a dozen times but luckily no permanent harm done.
I got a picture of the area around the falls in a deep freeze that very few have ever
seen. Most people are smarter than I am. But I got a keeper,
if you like waterfalls.
Yesterday was our first sight of the falls together since 2016.
The Forest Service removed a low pressure bridge years ago to help Brushy Creek return to a more natural flow.
And replaced it with this one, downstream about 100 yards.
It was good to be hiking again.
I had been nursing the leg by following doctor orders of keeping it elevated which requires recliner time. He's gonna look at it again in late January to see how or if it's healing.
Sougahoagadee is a Creek Indian word meaning female hog. The white man, not being able to say Sougahoagadee, simply called it Sow creek falls. It's a sacred place for the various clans of Creek Indians and a few times per year they meet here to observe tribal ceremonys. It's a 4.4 mile round trip.
The area had not received the rainfall we had but the falls was still beautiful.
The trail only has one 'difficult' climb and otherwise follows an old Indian path that was widened during the 1920s for logging purposes. It is deer season in Alabama so we wore our hunter orange, (which I HATE), as required but rarely enforced. Even Buddy had his orange collar.
If you know where to look there are some fossilized tree bark in the trail. I forget the name but 'they' say this tree is where the Alabama coal comes from.
In my early 20s, 50 years ago, I made a trip out there during a rare week long freeze in north Alabama. The temperature was 9 degrees when I left the truck. Patsy wouldn't go with me so I went by myself. I was 22, bullet proof, dumb as a rock, and not thinking about the danger, I wanted to see the falls frozen over. I fell a dozen times but luckily no permanent harm done.
I got a picture of the area around the falls in a deep freeze that very few have ever
seen. Most people are smarter than I am. But I got a keeper,
if you like waterfalls.
Yesterday was our first sight of the falls together since 2016.
The Forest Service removed a low pressure bridge years ago to help Brushy Creek return to a more natural flow.
And replaced it with this one, downstream about 100 yards.
It was good to be hiking again.
