For a while now I’ve wanted to visit the White Cliffs of Epes, Alabama, which were created around the same time as the far more famous White Cliffs of Dover. Today was a beautiful autumn day that begged for some kind of adventure, so I sallied forth — solo, because it was rather out of the way (near the Mississippi border) and I didn’t know of anyone who would be interested in driving all that way to look at cliffs.
The best approach I could see was to park a ways off, then walk onto the bridge (US-11 passes over the Tombigbee River at this point) and admire them from there. I also saw a way down to the formations themselves, however. They’re littered with rocks which leave a chalky residue on the hands.