A really nice trail run there on Sunday. I feel that the place is an all-seasons retreat. A gem. I go there in the summer for birding and hiking and trail runs. In the winter I ski the well-groomed trails. And helping the foundation there remove garlic mustard and buckthorn gives me a sense of ownership of the place.
Being alone on the trails also gives me a sense of ownership. On this Sunday morning there were few or no people around, probably because of the heavy rains the night before that had downed some trees, flooded segments of the trail and let loose waves of mosquitoes.
I also found a snapping turtle by the side of the road. She was relatively small and was trying to scrape a hole to lay eggs in. It didn’t seem like a great spot for eggs. It reminded me of the softshell turtle I witnessed laying eggs on Lake Calhoun’s most crowded beach. I guess they know what they’re doing.
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