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Alabama: Not just Rednecks and Bible Belt-ers

I had several weird looks and stereotypical comments when I told people that I was heading to Alabama for the summer. And while some comments proved to be true, especially those about the weather, many were absolutely blown out of the water!

Comment 1:
"Isn't everyone in Alabama a redneck?"

Answer:
Depends on your definition of "redneck".
Let me just say this, it is not uncommon to hear a sentence like this:


"ya'll be fixin to have your picture made?"

But, thousands of people here also work on rockets like this:


But, then there's always this guy:


So, I will let you be the judge!

Comment 2:
"Ughh...it's so humid and muggy in Alabama!"

Answer: Yes, that one is exactly right.

Through all of these pre-Alabama conversations, no one ever told me how pretty it is! Yesterday I took a trip with Chris to the mountain (not an Arizona mountain, more like a large hill with lots of trees!) and we took his truck up the trail a ways. Then we parked across a stream and walked about a quarter mile down to a waterfall! Needless to say, it was gorgeous! Here are some pictures!


Me walkin' down the stream!

Chris and I trying not to get bit by a water snake!! Yikes!!


It's so pretty!!! Or should I say Purrrrty?!?!?!


The waterfall!



Me, climbing, or should I say sliding down to the waterfall!?


Hooray! We made it!


Good job at taking this picture, Chris. It's my favorite!


I thought it would be fun to take a video of one part of the ride out, just so ya'll can see how bumpy it was! It was so much fun though, totally worth it!


The kid on the motorcycle at the end is Chris's bro Michael!!

I'm going to miss this redneck/muggy/beautiful place....a lot!

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  1. that guy on the movie at the end sounds like forest gump... but that is Alabama for ya...

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