Tag Archives: spring

A Walk is a Walk is a Walk

2 May

I started with the intention of doing a 3 mile hike on this day before I fly off to Norway, but it was simply TOO HOT! Shortly after I got to the bridge… MAYBE half a mile from the house, I realized that I might actually give out from the heat, and turned around and came home.

I had hoped to use the time to get my mind off of worrying about all the what-ifs, and that worked – all I could think about was how miserable I was and whether my water would hold out.

I love how the ground is now dotted with tiny specks of green under the trees, and all the flowers that are blooming. I will probably miss the trilliums, but I guess it is worth it.

I expect to have some lovely and scenic walks in Norway. I will take lots of pictures and will surely try to keep up the blog when possible. I am getting better at putting pictures up, I just need to do it more often.

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Opposite and Alternate

31 Mar

A little more painful today, but nothing like it used to be. I think tomorrow I’ll go back up the hill. My pepper spray came today, but I didn’t have time to experiment with it so I took the side road instead of the hill. I really like that side road because there is NO traffic on it and NO houses, though if I went just a bit farther there would be. I’ve been going just over half a mile in and back out, but there are lots of Maple trees along that road, and I had an AHA moment standing there and trying to tell the Maples from the Basswoods and other deciduous trees that don’t have white bark. Still no leaves, so the twig and branch structure stands out. And I noticed that the Maples which have opposite twigs, really DO grow differently from the others. I stood there awhile in awe of my new discovery! And maybe now I will never tap another basswood in hopes of sweet sap.

All the traffic was from the south today, so I finally just gave up and crossed the road so they wouldn’t have to get in the other lane. There are fairly long stretches on this road where there is no shoulder at all, so it’s a game of listening and picking a side. I’m getting better at it. I’ve also noticed that on the weekends people are more inclined to wave as they drive by.

When I got to the bridge, there was somebody parked there, so I continued on without my usual 5-minute rest break. Maybe that’s why I’m more tired than usual. All the same, I credit my regular late afternoon walking with giving me back my morning energy, and for that I am extremely grateful.

Spring is Springing

21 Mar

Hmm. According to my pedometer, I walked 2.91 miles, but I don’t believe it. I think I might have to reset my stride. My odometer tells me it’s about 2.25 miles. Oh well.

The wonderful thing about walking and springtime is that I get to watch every new bit of life as it unfolds along the roadside. So many catkins! Some but not all of the poplars are dropping catkins, so now I need to see if they come in male and female, or if some of them are just faster than others. Alders with their long brown ones and willows with their gray ones and many many others that I can’t identify. Some of the maples are making their beautiful red leaf buds too.

And all of that on a gray cloudy day in which I might otherwise have just stayed in the house and felt gloomy. Still feel a bit painful on the home stretch and I’m wondering if some of that is in my mind.

Spring in March in Northern Wisconsin!

11 Mar

Kind of a scary concept, but nice for walking! I put the cleats on a pair of shoes that come on and off easily so I could walk the first hundred yards out of my place on the rapidly melting and VERY slippery road. After that it was clear and cleats are less than fun to walk on. It’s easier for me to take the shoes off than the cleats.

I did my upwardly amended walk again in the beautiful clear weather. Met some neighbors which is another advantage of walking out from my house. Otherwise a fairly uneventful walk. Weekends are really nice for traffic; much less of it and generally more friendly. During the week people are coming home from work and as I can well remember, they can’t wait to get home. I am SO fortunate to live in a fairly remote corner of the world where there really is no such thing as rush hour.

I must have walked really slowly this time – even slower than my normal snail’s pace, because it took me an hour and 45 minutes to walk 2.25 miles. But as I’ve said a few times before, I’m not in a race with anybody and it’s all good.