Yesterday I went on a neat forest walk. I half-ran, half-walked up the bluffs in Hixon Forest here in La Crosse, WI. When I got to the top of the bluffs, I took a moment (or three!) to admire the beauty of this city I call home.
Sitting alone on this bluff head, I realized just how deep my love for La Crosse runs. It’s definitely deeper than the mud I sank into climbing to the top, in case you were wondering. I have not appreciated this city and its naturelands in my three years living here, and now that I will be leaving in the next few months, I’m really trying to make the most of it.
Bluff hikes, bike rides through the marsh, and walks through Riverside Park are my favorite activities now that it’s warm enough to step foot outside in this state without fear of losing a limb to frostbite. It took me only 15 minutes to get to the top with the trail I took today. On the way back down, however, it took me 90 minutes. “How is this possible?!” you ask?
Well I just didn’t want to leave the forest. I didn’t want to get back in my car drive through congested traffic just to sit in my house. I didn’t want noise and stuffy, stale air. I wanted solitude, silence, and fresh forest air to flow freely through my lungs. I had all of this in the forest, so why should I leave? Plus, I felt so myself there. So I took my time, appreciating every little piece of the forest that I could.
I got off the trail to explore, danced with the trees, chased after squirrels, jumped in the mud puddles, walked across fallen trees like they were tight ropes, befriended this little gal (not guy…) above, and just put one foot in front of the other… literally. I walked putting one foot exactly in front of the other for the longest time. I had runners pass me on their way up the bluff and then on their way back down again. But I didn’t mind. I just smiled at them and kept on moseying.
It was a lovely day. <3