Sunday Side Trip
We had an afternoon date with a dear friend in Vestavia (suburb of Birmingham) on Sunday. We had a very pleasant lunch: I made a tomato pie. YUM!, and a great chat: several weeks of life experiences to catch up on!, and then we watched the movie “Monuments Men”: great movie based on a true story from 1944.
Right about the time we were suppose to leave, a thunder storm blew up and we had to wait it out, so it was 6:30 or 7 pm before we left. On the way to our date earlier, I had asked Mr. Menace about a house I saw up on the mountain, so as we were leaving he asked if I wanted to ride up the mountain and see it. The rain had stopped and I’m always up for a scenic drive.
We didn’t actually locate the house that I had seen. But, we stopped at Lover’s Leap to take in this view:
Lover’s Leap takes it name from an Indian Legend in which an Indian Brave stabs his Indian Princess and then, filled with remorse, jumps over the edge with her body in his arms.
Mr. Menace is a poetry buff and he recited to me the poem etched in the rock here. Colonel Thomas W. Farrar carved these lines from Lord Byron’s “Childe Harold’s Pilgramage”, in 1827, while he and his wife camped here on their journeys.
To sit on the rocks, to muse ore flood and fell,
to slowly chase the forest’s shady scene,
where things that own not man’s dominion dwell,
and mortal foot hath ne’er or rarely been.
A little more investigation reveals that the original rock carving was removed from this area in 1930 and this one is a replica. The original was given to the Masonic Lodge in Elyton, AL. I think another Sunday afternoon drive is in order!