Many winding arduous climbs around muddy puddles and over fallen logs and up rocky scrambles and along numerous switchbacks result in views like this that take your breath away for just a second or two and make you glad to be alive on such a beautiful earth.
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Well, you must not have been washed away yet if you're still blogging! What a wonderful view. Is this Wisconsin? Who would have thought...
We had another inch of rain last night and a few funnels that dropped but went right back up. The worst part (other than the damn tornadoes) is that the bunkers (sand traps) get washed out and the fairways are so wet the ball just "thups" (that's a golf term) instead of rolls. Some courses mandate that carts can only be used on the cart paths, which really pisses some people off. Moi? I just get out my little push cart and off I go...
Stay dry.
And high.
Gov. Dodge State Park a few miles north of Mineral Point and the gallery. A couple of great little lakes for paddling since no power boats other than tiny trolling motors are allowed. Good for those of us still a little shaky on the water. To get to this view point, you must slither through an opening barely larger than body diameter for some of us while scrambling up an incline. Not something that would have occured to me without the encouragement of teenage sons. And on the way out, sliding on your back side, you discover the underside of that rock you went under earlier is covered in spiders, webs, their dead prey, and their egg sacks. Major ewwwww moment. But not enough to keep me from going back again.
I'm usually out of breath BEFORE I get to a veiw like this....
if you would just stop to take pictures or observe the details of the plants more often, you could catch your breath. um, not that I ever do that on purpose just to take a break . . . noooo, not me, never . . . .
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