We had an opportunity recently to visit Mentone, Alabama. It's a small town in the northeast corner of the state and a stone's throw from both Georgia and Tennessee.

The place where we stayed was built in 1927. There's a picture on the wall of an old vehicle hauling the lumber to build the lodge from a nearby sawmill.

We drove along the edges of Little River Canyon and stopped at several overlooks. It was rainy and the wind out of the north was biting. We flipped our collars up braved the rain. There weren't many other people stopping but a few strong of heart and spirit :) We made quick friends with a number of them. There's something about facing the elements that bond people together.

I think I'd like to return in summer and maybe sit on a rock close to the water's edge and dangle my bare feet in the icy water.