Valley of the Shadow

Good stories from Alabama. By Ray Clifton.

Words Not On Paper


It is Coleta Valley on the map.

I passed this way a few days ago.  Stopped for a photo and a memory.

Once upon a time three boys wandered into this spot in an old Jeep Ranger.  The Ranger is no more.  Neither is one of the boys.  The other two are worse for wear.

The day that old Ranger clanked into the valley the driver immediately christened it “the back side of heaven.”   It was the most beautiful landscape they had ever seen, and the name stuck, part and parcel of the bond between them.

In their boyhood journeys together it became the end of the line.  The turning-point back toward home.

The mountains in the background are a part of the Talladega National Forest and the Hollins Wildlife Management Area.  The boys spent countless teen-age hours in those mountains, learning to hunt white-tailed deer.  Never any success, as…

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9 thoughts on “Valley of the Shadow

    1. Peggy: So, you were a tomboy? I imagine that’s a word that’s verboten these days. As for venturing off the path, that can be a good thing. For the venturer, at least. I have ventured and, it seems, so have you.


    1. Smokesilver: What, pray tell, has Reich’s blog got to do with the today’s topic, a yarn from Alabama? Well, nothing.

      But you inspired me to go look up the blog of that raging, clueless socialist. It provided a chuckle. More delusions on the left about President Trump’s impending downfall.

      Now let’s shift back to the Valley of the Shadow in Alabama.

      P.S. Just occurred to me that you likely thought you were leaving the comment on the previous post, which did deal with Trump.


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