March 30

Despite leaving behind warm spring weather and lush landscapes of Southern California, Caroline and I are back home enjoying a mid day hike at Lumberjack Park. Amid sunny skies, temperatures in the mid 40’s and a light southerly wind, we follow a familiar trail north through a dense stand of leafless maple, aspen and oak. The silence and seclusion we notice stand in sharp contrast to the urbanized oases we hiked this past winter on the west coast. Along the boardwalk, I spot a sure sign of the season, a few sprouts of Skunk Cabbage emerging from the mudflats. Turning east, we proceed along the edge of Mud Creek where I see a fresh beaver stump. Having seen several of these in the park late last year, it appears they are still actively building something close by. Turning north and making it half way across the footbridge, I pause to watch the clear, shallow water of Mud Creek as it flows gently west where it will empty into the Pine River. Past the bridge, we follow the pine needle-covered trail crisscrossed with shadows of mature Red and White Pine. Looping around and downslope we pass a decaying log covered with Oyster fungi before reaching the edge of a swollen Pine River where I stop to look and listen. Moving west along the high bank, I pause to take in one of my favorite river vistas. Next, we follow the trail to Lumberjack Rd, cross the bridge over the river and turn east where I notice the burgundy branches of Red Osier Dogwood along the bank. Just ahead, we pause again to take in the peaceful sights and sounds of the flowing water. Continuing south on the new campground trail, blanketed with dead oak leaves, my search for anything green reveals a few ferns and sedges. Nearby, a cairn is seen to guide my way. Reaching the Madison Rd., bridge, we take one last look at this river that is an important natural resource for wildlife and humans alike. From here the river flows south through the villages Riverdale, Elm Hall and Sumner before turning sharply northeast into Alma and St. Louis. Unfortunately, during that time, the water becomes more and more polluted with human and animal waste. Fortunately, state and county officials are taking steps to ease the problem.

Season commences

Come warmer days

Sun climbs the sky

Burning off the haze

Trails begin to soften

Creatures begin to stir

Calendar is ready

Nature’s still not sure

Sap begins to rise

Robins begin to sing

Bursting of the bud

Glad tidings of spring

D. DeGraaf