710 Stairs

Last Sunday Brian and I went to Lechworth State park to hike and see the leaves. The drive down was magnificent. Sunny and peaceful.

When we got to the park, we started hiking at the top of the gorge under the railway bridge. 

The path sloped down the canyon and across smaller dips and valleys in the trail. We descended the stairs and I counted.

A few times, we wandered off the path. Like at this waterfall. We actually climbed up it, and then people took pictures of us while we were at the top.

Brian confessed that the heights did make him a little nervous. 

We passed the first waterfall.

And then missed the signs and scaled a 5 foot drop to get down to the river between the two sets of waterfalls where the current flowed backwards. I had to climb a tree to get back on the path.

 We reached the second of the upper falls and got sprayed by the mist.

Even the smaller waterfalls we passed were magnificent. 

We hiked about 4 miles, and exactly 710 stairs. 

The ride home was also beautiful. This is one of my favorite homes in the Alabama swamps. It looks like someone dropped it out of another time. ... Oh, and Brian won the cow game. Twice.