Visiting two waterfalls of Little River Canyon National Preserve in Alabama

Little River Falls in the national preserve - Photo: Still Gravity.
Little River Falls, Alabama - License our images here.

These two waterfalls are close to each other. The big one is an easy hike through a boardwalk that starts at the trailhead/parking lot. 

Locals knew this canyon of the Little River as May’s Gulf before the times of the national preserve. Carved by the longest river running on a mountaintop, it's one of the deepest canyons in the east of the United States. 

After a short hike downriver, we found the Little Falls. The trail follows the eastern rim for a while and then descends to the river through a steep slope helped by stone steps - we found a woolly bear in this trail. Enormous boulders adorn the riverbed.     

The big boulders of the Little River, Alabama - Photo: Still Gravity.
Down in the Little River. 

Water drips from the slopes of the canyon in a zillion of mini cascades. The drops look like sparkling crystals of light. The water is cold - this hike happened last fall. A short walk on the riverbank and we reached the Little Falls, formerly known as Martha’s Falls.  

Little Falls down in the Little River Canyon - Photo: Still Gravity.
The Little Falls of the Little River.

We found great camping spots down there, but the national preserve doesn’t allow to stay overnight in the canyon. Back to the trailhead, tasty chicken and apple juice.

(More from our trips through this preserve in this page.)

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