I remember my first Wisconsin hike, ten years ago, just after moving here from Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mountains. I stepped from my car at the trailhead for Portage County’s New Hope section of the Ice Age Trail and turned south. Before
Lately, I have been on the trail of a muskrat. Before winter, his muddy mound of a home appeared through the leafless trees in a pond I have largely ignored. In spring, I encountered his tail-dragging tracks near a low bridge and now,
Along the Ice Age Trail, near Portage County’s Trunk T, is a short spur that delivers me, chute-like, from the shelter of the forest to a pond. The pond startles with its sudden brightness, its pastels of duckweed and sky.
Many of us spend our summer in the garden, tending flowers, vegetables, and other plants. For writer Jill Sisson Quinn, the orderliness of gardening challenges her internal urge to simply wander, discover, and gather.