Winter Bleeding into Spring, Happy Surprises, and the COVID-19 Quarantine

Well, there wasn’t much to write about as far as hiking goes. This winter I got sucked into my usual seasonal affective disorder (SAD) ‘meh’ phase. I find I love the snow (for the first few days) but I hate the wind and cold- then the snow becomes ridiculous. I’m short, the snow gets deep in places- even walking the dog around the local park- and Wade doesn’t want to be married to “that weird chick that wears snowshoes in town…”

Cold dog outing…

I was about to the point of wearing them anyways this winter.

Overall, I still enjoy winter, but I don’t know a lot about winter weather hiking and Wade doesn’t seem to keen on going out and exploring. So, we spend a lot of time inside and I get bored and start slipping into SAD territory. I might investigate some winter outdoor groups in South Dakota, so I can learn some new skills and get out in the cold- maybe I’ll appreciate it more.

Wade dealing with our snow fort…

January…same as December, other than walking the dog I didn’t get out much. Although, we did do a fun work related trip at Norden and I got a cool (and cold) sunrise morning photo…

Cold, foggy morning on the Niobrara NSR

February led to some big news! We’re adding an addition to the family. Little Hunter will be here late September to join us on various adventures. Things were starting to pick up at work, but little did we know…

Little Hunter!

By March the COVID-19, or as it was then known the novel Coronavirus, became a major thing on our radar and it would curtail any plans I had for spring trips. By April I was teleworking and homebound…it was tough and did not help with the SAD going on. Although, I don’t know if it was because I was home more or I just finally noticed that the cat (Hela) became a psychotic little minion of death, she keeps trying to drown her mouse toys in the dogs water dish- AND I caught her trying to drown the dog but the size difference seems to keep that murderous intention down. Princess seems to not care for the attacks or just think she’s playing with her…

Not sure why it loaded this way…

May things started to open, including work so I was busy. I did get out for some local hikes and photography- check out my Instagram, photos seem to be an easier medium for me to post regularly. Plus, learning how to do stuff while pregnant- mainly me learning limitations on doing stuff. On top of that Wade apparently thinks I’m glass now and doesn’t like for me to lift anything over ten pounds if he’s around… I feel lazy and loved 😊.

Found out it’s a little tricky to get out a canoe. Let’s leave it at I mimicked a turtle on it’s back a little bit after doing a rollout onto semi-dry land. My belly is huge and I’m only six months along! My lungs are being squished- the joys of being vertically challenged and pregnant so I sound like a freight train even on easy walks.

With all the stuff going on that was keeping me home I worked on my poetry (Instagram @priarie_river_witch) and other writings- so this blog got neglected again but I didn’t really have any hiking/backpacking/or even camping stuff to talk about. Or really any adventure other than contemplating writers block to speak of- so I didn’t want to bore anyone.

I’m going to post some more about June and a lovely adventure that my husband and I are taking for my “weekend” this coming week! I’ll hopefully have that up in a week or two…. I make no promises, lol.

We can’t wait!

Keep wandering,

BJ

Effigy Mounds, Happy Anniversary, Winter Begins…

Well folks, you’re getting a twofer! I meant to post this back in early December but… yeah… things happen.

*looks skittishly at the date of last post and cringes…

I’ve been very busy- I finally have my new boss in place but it’s a whirlwind of activity. We started planning for this year and like all well laid plans they went out the window in March… more on that in the next post.

This post is a catch-up of the end of October through the beginning of December.

After my break and trip to Omaha last…*cringe* year, I went back to work refreshed and ready for the next thing.

Turns out my next thing would be going to Effigy Mounds for work related training. The training was great, but the hiking trails and the history were so much better!

Effigy Mounds National Monument is a place that inspires reflection and wonder. It was established in 1949 to protect prehistoric mounds left behind by Native Americans. Over time more land was added, and it now protects 191 known prehistoric Indian mounds, 31 of which are effigies of bear and birds.

Effigy Mounds has had its ups and downs. When it was first added to the NPS, archaeology-based parks tended to have multiple digs that would degrade and destroy the sites in question. By the late 1950s Effigy started moving away from the digs and instituted a “nondestructive testing” methods only policy- by the 1970s it shifted even further to preservation and interpreting the mound builder story.

The 1980s and 1990s would bring about new changes, that would influence one of the biggest scandals at Effigy Mounds, namely the passage of The Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act. A former superintendent fearing that the entire collection at Effigy Mounds would be repatriated, hide the remains of 41 people. The mismanagement of the remains was only discovered after another superintendent went rouge and ignored Section 106 (site vetting for archaeological impacts) for 78 maintenance projects. You can read more about both incidents here:

https://www.outsideonline.com/2191011/case-of-the-missing-bones

I had both incidents on my mind while wandering the grounds. I can’t help but feel disbelief and anger at how it happened. The boardwalks remain, one of which punched over one hundred holes into a series of mounds. It saddens me that we have such reverence for cemeteries but dismiss mounds.  

I walked with a sense of sad beauty. The positive is the new management staff and interpreters there are working towards rebuilding the connections with the tribe and are putting protections in place to prevent such actions from happening again. But only after something horrible happened…

That was my mindset while wandering around the grounds at Effigy Mounds.

Now, while it was somewhat maudlin, I did find a lot of wonderful places and I loved the trail system- especially the trail to Fire Point. I even wrote a haiku… I also found a few spots along the questionable boardwalk that I liked. I like that the boardwalk makes it far more accessible for more people, but I still think there could have been a compromise on how it was put in with respect for the mounds.

I wish I had more time to explore the area around Effigy Mounds- both in Wisconsin and eastern Iowa. There are some beautiful areas I would like to explore… I do plan on making a return trip.

I’m a JR. Ranger dork…

I did get to stand on the banks of the Mississppi again which is always like coming home.

Mighty Mississippi
Me and bridges…

However, I had to pack it in and get back to my hubby for our first-year anniversary! We did not do anything fancy- I just got back from a weeklong work trip and he was working hard, suffice it to say we had a great anniversary.*

*Side note, there are some things I just do not want to write about or put out there- I didn’t post anything on social media about it either.

November, for the most part was a bust- just work, trainings, and more work. However, we did go to my family in Missouri for Thanksgiving! Got hang out with my sister, brother-in-law, and the kiddos, plus mom and dad. We went to my aunt’s in Naylor…we were a little late…but considering Wade and I didn’t roll in until almost 4 in the morning it could have been worse. Since it was a whirlwind trip we didn’t do much sight seeing or hiking- although we did do some hiking around the old house and hauled out some furniture and other stuff worth saving before dad and some friends finished burning it down.

My sis!

December started out nice- it was a little warmer than it had been in the past and I was hopeful I would get out and do some hikes. However, that was a pipe dream. Snow came, negative wind chill, and I became a hermit. I did get out a little bit, but I’ll talk about that in part 2 of the “catch-up postings.”

Keep wandering,

BJ