 To get to the Little Yellow Banks canoe landing at St. Croix State Park, you first drive five miles of paved road from the highway to park headquarters. Then you drive another five miles of gravel road to the landing. By the time you get to the river, you feel like the hustle and bustle of modern life is pretty far away. The river–wild, undeveloped, beautiful–does nothing to dispel that feeling.  Traipsing through various woods in the St. Croix River valley, alternating between scanning the forest for standing dead elm trees and studying the detritus of the forest floor, seeking morel mushrooms.  On a beautiful sunny spring day, we hear climate change author and activist Bill McKibben speak at church, and Brian, Lola and I head to Wisconsin for hiking, adventure and swimming.  The annual early spring canoe outing has been thus dubbed with its name because the most consistent memory from year to year is pairs of ducks fleeing the canoe every hundreds or so.  A late afternoon hike in the St. Croix River valley, this unseasonable spring. |
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Posted: June 6th, 2010 
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