Last Sunday, I needed a break, so I looked at google maps for a bit, and then went off to discover new things. (Speaking of google maps, have you seen the latest iteration? It’s incredible!)
I found Dodge Nature Center. Three hundred and twenty-two acres of land ofering long walks on nice trails through thick woods, several lakes, a garden, fields, windmills, and animals. I felt like I was in Wisconsin, while all around me, the city went on: traffic, people, the usual stuff.
I enjoy being in St Paul, but sometimes, the noise and crush of people get to me. For instance, someone in the neighborhood thinks it’s cool to give a loud sharp whistle. It’s always unexpected and makes me jump. No reason, he just does it. And then he does it again. I want to stomp on his instep. There’s already plenty of racket in the area; why add to it?
Finding a place like this only minutes from where I live was wonderful. I plan to spend a lot of time there over the next few weeks. Below is a field just off one of the entrances. No livestock in it, at present, but maybe one day soon. Behind the trees in the middle is another lake; I didn’t see an easy trail to it, and the ticks are still plentiful, so I resisted. On the left behind the fence is a garden. The local kids show up during the day to weed and learn about vegetables. Dodge Nature Center is a teaching facility on weekdays. On weekends, guests are encouraged to roam as long as they are respectful.
If you read the website, you’ll know they have a very long boardwalk that crosses a lake or two. The cattails grow tall on either side, and I was chased by dragonflies as I walked along. Here and there are benches and more open areas, so you can sit and enjoy the views.
The water was really green with algae last weekend. Didn’t seem to bother the Canada geese.
In the farm area are burros, chickens, goats, and according to the website, raptors. I have to go back so I can see them! I saw two barns; this is one of them.
I spotted an Old English rooster. Those suckers can be scary. They have long spurs, and I’ve been attacked by one before. Very protective of their flock. However, I like the look of this handsome fellow. I believe it’s a White-Faced Black Spanish rooster.
Perhaps I can return this weekend, although Saturday is already booked with work for my boss at the apartment building, and Sunday, I WRITE.
It’s August already. 😦 Summer is running out!