When I saw the spot, I was grinning so much it was not even scary to back in here. |
Each campsite has a 'patio'. That thing that looks like a shower is a hook for a lantern or whatever you think needs hanging up. |
A few yards ahead of my site are some steps leading either up or down to the Black Warrior river (factoid I didn't know, The Black Warrior River is named after Chief Tushkalusa, also the namesake of Tuscaloosa, Alabama. In Choctaw, tushka means “warrior” and lusa means “black.”). Of course I chose the river trail.
Happy feet, good hiking sandals. They grip! They work! |
As soon as I got to the bottom, this beauty came by. Don't show my houseboat! |
There are a lot of dams and locks on this river. This one is not far. |
A bit more trail like than the last place. I did old lady walking and didn't get hurt! |
Catchplace for wood debris. And a friggin' plastic water bottle. |
Nature's steps get an assist |
Subtle purple |
This butterfly and a yellow one too fast to shoot stayed with me for most of my walk |
Have I mentioned I wish I was a geologist? |
Water - it's powerful |
I don't know what this is/was but it's cool looking |
There was a fair amount of boat activity, all sorts of boats |
Dinner on the patio |
Good night, moon |
This morning is grey and not so quiet, with a bulldozer working on the other side of the river. Oh! It's Monday!
Have a meandering Monday. Do something maximizing.
What a great find. And your photos put to shame any I have taken from the 'Net for my blog. Gorgeous! And those moon shots. Nothing could be better. Such a great wonderlust.
ReplyDeleteOh wow! I do believe you've coined a new word. Wonderlust! A lust for wonders. Yes. Very yes.
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