I hope you enjoy this photo tour of my weekend....
The Canyon Crew
The other interns and I headed off into the great unknown of Lumpkin, GA. In Lumpkin lies Providence Grand Canyon, a farming excavation gone awry. Years ago, farmers in GA attempted to farm some land. As they dug up their fields to farm, erosion begin occurring rapidly. This land, which was once covered by water, was layered underneath with sand and clay. The erosion continued as the farmers attempts to farm and dig kept failing. More and more of the land became huge trenches, which eventually turned into these large canyons. The layers of the canyon are clearly visible, starting at the top with more clay and ending on the canyon floor with sand as white and snow. In some parts, the sand was purple--literally purple. Occasionally we stumbled upon small purple rocks or huge clay mounds, which totally fed into my sensory fixation. The trails on the canyon floor were a mix of sand and clay with trickles of water that streamed through them. It felt great on our bare feet. Yes, it was obvious I was from KY I am sure....
The Canyon CrewThe other interns and I headed off into the great unknown of Lumpkin, GA. In Lumpkin lies Providence Grand Canyon, a farming excavation gone awry. Years ago, farmers in GA attempted to farm some land. As they dug up their fields to farm, erosion begin occurring rapidly. This land, which was once covered by water, was layered underneath with sand and clay. The erosion continued as the farmers attempts to farm and dig kept failing. More and more of the land became huge trenches, which eventually turned into these large canyons. The layers of the canyon are clearly visible, starting at the top with more clay and ending on the canyon floor with sand as white and snow. In some parts, the sand was purple--literally purple. Occasionally we stumbled upon small purple rocks or huge clay mounds, which totally fed into my sensory fixation. The trails on the canyon floor were a mix of sand and clay with trickles of water that streamed through them. It felt great on our bare feet. Yes, it was obvious I was from KY I am sure....
Katlin and I perched on a very tiny ledge overlooking the most beautiful part of the canyon.
After several fun hours spent sand surfing down the walls of the canyon and enjoying this nature paradise, we headed into the small town to enjoy the best BBQ I have ever feasted on. With stomachs full of sweet tea, boiled peanuts, BBQ, and pecan pie (that's some serious southern eatin') we ventured to this restored 1850s town called Westerville. It displayed kilns, candle making, wool presses, slave quarters, and old restored buildings.
Cobbler/tannery shop
Slave quarters
Cobbler/tannery shop
Slave quarters
Slate boards and desk in an 1800's schoolhouse
Boiled Peanuts (No, not animal droppings...)
Haha when i clicked on the photo slide without captions, the last one I thought was exactly what you said it wasn't! Such a strange looking site. :P
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