A trip to the northern forest
Jan. 20th, 2022 12:11 pmWell, the middle of January has come & gone and we are now back into the icebox. I think it's safe at this point to say that we are making up for the fairly weak sauce winters that we had the past couple of years. This is a real winter complete with weeks of frigid weather. There was nothing comparable last year except for about a two-week stretch in February, although that one did have about 10 days below zero. Winter of 2020 was not very severe but it did make a few comebacks. I begin with this retrospective preamble for important context. On occasion, the upper Midwest experiences a milder winter, but we were not so lucky this year. It remains to be seen if it will be a year like 2018 through 2020, when mid-April blizzards occurred. The meteorologists have gotten it right for a change, and I knew this deep freeze was coming, so I made the milder run up to it the occasion for an outing, to a place I will never regret visiting.
Recently I returned to the Northwoods where I had left some things since I had moved down in November. There was an odd sense of deja vu on the way up. The day I moved down in November, it was a gray and misty day with leaden skies, bearing more than a hint of a coming winter storm. It looked nearly identical on the drive up. The major difference was the snow on the ground. The coating was not more than a few inches near the city, but farther north it was obviously much deeper. I would guess at least 10 inches or so. I recalled how quickly I left thinking that it would become a multiple day snow event and I would be trapped in the north country and unable to move. That turned out to be a false worry, and the hassles of moving occupied my time until I took this long weekend to go get the remainder of my stuff. Though the roads going north are never completely deserted, the traffic was low enough all the way along to give the distinct impression of a depopulated land.
The North country at this time of year is hauntingly beautiful. I don't find the gray skies or mist off putting at all. It lends a certain mysterious and forlorn atmosphere to the place. A snow covered forest and gray skies just fit each other in some way. Some people have described the upper Midwest in winter time as bleak, however I did not find this to be so in natural settings. Sometimes the cities do take on a bleak appearance at this time of the year. The woods and lakes of Central Minnesota take on a very different rhythm of life as the seasons turn. Summertime is the peak of activity -- it will be bustling at those times, and all of the out of town people will be there. In the fall, activity tapers off quite a bit, but still a number of seasonal people will remain and the activity level is probably half or less what it is in the summertime. Finally, in the wintertime, it is very quiet. But some seasonal traffic can be expected -- driven by ice fishermen and other winter recreation crowds. Still, traffic was at its lowest ebb and the whole milieu was by far the quietest I had seen in a long time.
The caretaker of the property had moved the seed, so I didn't end up feeding the birds. Two fat squirrels had gotten into the pole building, and they were the likely culprits in the destruction of the previous bin. It was blue plastic and it had been gnawed into since I was here last. They had obviously distributed seeds and nuts around the building because they were still finding food in there. These squirrels were both hybrids -- there's both a gray and a black squirrel population up there, and there are also intermediates. Somehow two of these had got in and caused all kinds of mayhem. Unfortunately, the pole building is so filled with junk that catching them would have been an impossible task. I decided not to try and find the rest of the seed or to feed at all. A black bear could come and rip down the feeders, just like in the fall, and deer coming by at night to wipe out all the seed would also be likely. As much as I wanted to do it, I had to pass. I said a silent apology to the nuthatches, chickadees, and woodpeckers, and God knows what else, that I would not see. I didn't miss the squirrels, who became quite obese as the fall went on.
It was rather surreal to think back to the forest in summertime when I first arrived. The ever-present call of loons and barred owls at night and in the Twilight. It seemed so very silent now by comparison. Only once did I hear the insistent call of the pileated woodpecker, who was a constant companion from August on. No doubt this was one of the same that visited our feeders. At one point, from the kitchen window, I beheld a bald eagle, full adult, sitting in the treetops, looking like a sentinel off the south, toward its old hunting ground on the lake. I had seen eagles sit in that same roost in past years, when I was only visiting. The memory took me back to about 5 years ago, when I started to see eagles both up north and in the twin cities very often. Even in my younger days, they were not a common sight, and in the works of the nature writers of a previous generation, a bald eagle sighting would be a rare surprise indeed. I never get tired of seeing them, as I have only to remember that, in the summertime when it was so dry, I did not see a single one for months. But apart from these lonely omens I have just related, the forest seemed unusually silent and uninhabited.
Uninhabited, that is, except for the winter recreation crowd. Fish houses were set up on most of the local lakes. Snowmobilers could be seen on all of the local trails at all times of day that I was out. On Saturday night I did one of my favorite drives that winds through some fantastically wild wood and lake country. The road terminates near the edge of town. There at the local bar, many cars, trucks and snowmobiles were stacked up for happy hour and the football games. All was as it should be in the world. A passing town cop glowered at me as I gawked at the local gathering. I suppose I could have stopped in and collected some local folklore, but I wasn't in the mood, and I didn't want any attention from the local constables. The purpose of this trip was to get some things done, and to have a bit of time to reflect in solitude, which is one of my favorite things to do in this overheated culture we live in. Any sociable activities in the north country will have to wait for another day, perhaps when the sun is in Aquarius or Pisces and I can find another weekend for a getaway.
Recently I returned to the Northwoods where I had left some things since I had moved down in November. There was an odd sense of deja vu on the way up. The day I moved down in November, it was a gray and misty day with leaden skies, bearing more than a hint of a coming winter storm. It looked nearly identical on the drive up. The major difference was the snow on the ground. The coating was not more than a few inches near the city, but farther north it was obviously much deeper. I would guess at least 10 inches or so. I recalled how quickly I left thinking that it would become a multiple day snow event and I would be trapped in the north country and unable to move. That turned out to be a false worry, and the hassles of moving occupied my time until I took this long weekend to go get the remainder of my stuff. Though the roads going north are never completely deserted, the traffic was low enough all the way along to give the distinct impression of a depopulated land.
The North country at this time of year is hauntingly beautiful. I don't find the gray skies or mist off putting at all. It lends a certain mysterious and forlorn atmosphere to the place. A snow covered forest and gray skies just fit each other in some way. Some people have described the upper Midwest in winter time as bleak, however I did not find this to be so in natural settings. Sometimes the cities do take on a bleak appearance at this time of the year. The woods and lakes of Central Minnesota take on a very different rhythm of life as the seasons turn. Summertime is the peak of activity -- it will be bustling at those times, and all of the out of town people will be there. In the fall, activity tapers off quite a bit, but still a number of seasonal people will remain and the activity level is probably half or less what it is in the summertime. Finally, in the wintertime, it is very quiet. But some seasonal traffic can be expected -- driven by ice fishermen and other winter recreation crowds. Still, traffic was at its lowest ebb and the whole milieu was by far the quietest I had seen in a long time.
The caretaker of the property had moved the seed, so I didn't end up feeding the birds. Two fat squirrels had gotten into the pole building, and they were the likely culprits in the destruction of the previous bin. It was blue plastic and it had been gnawed into since I was here last. They had obviously distributed seeds and nuts around the building because they were still finding food in there. These squirrels were both hybrids -- there's both a gray and a black squirrel population up there, and there are also intermediates. Somehow two of these had got in and caused all kinds of mayhem. Unfortunately, the pole building is so filled with junk that catching them would have been an impossible task. I decided not to try and find the rest of the seed or to feed at all. A black bear could come and rip down the feeders, just like in the fall, and deer coming by at night to wipe out all the seed would also be likely. As much as I wanted to do it, I had to pass. I said a silent apology to the nuthatches, chickadees, and woodpeckers, and God knows what else, that I would not see. I didn't miss the squirrels, who became quite obese as the fall went on.
It was rather surreal to think back to the forest in summertime when I first arrived. The ever-present call of loons and barred owls at night and in the Twilight. It seemed so very silent now by comparison. Only once did I hear the insistent call of the pileated woodpecker, who was a constant companion from August on. No doubt this was one of the same that visited our feeders. At one point, from the kitchen window, I beheld a bald eagle, full adult, sitting in the treetops, looking like a sentinel off the south, toward its old hunting ground on the lake. I had seen eagles sit in that same roost in past years, when I was only visiting. The memory took me back to about 5 years ago, when I started to see eagles both up north and in the twin cities very often. Even in my younger days, they were not a common sight, and in the works of the nature writers of a previous generation, a bald eagle sighting would be a rare surprise indeed. I never get tired of seeing them, as I have only to remember that, in the summertime when it was so dry, I did not see a single one for months. But apart from these lonely omens I have just related, the forest seemed unusually silent and uninhabited.
Uninhabited, that is, except for the winter recreation crowd. Fish houses were set up on most of the local lakes. Snowmobilers could be seen on all of the local trails at all times of day that I was out. On Saturday night I did one of my favorite drives that winds through some fantastically wild wood and lake country. The road terminates near the edge of town. There at the local bar, many cars, trucks and snowmobiles were stacked up for happy hour and the football games. All was as it should be in the world. A passing town cop glowered at me as I gawked at the local gathering. I suppose I could have stopped in and collected some local folklore, but I wasn't in the mood, and I didn't want any attention from the local constables. The purpose of this trip was to get some things done, and to have a bit of time to reflect in solitude, which is one of my favorite things to do in this overheated culture we live in. Any sociable activities in the north country will have to wait for another day, perhaps when the sun is in Aquarius or Pisces and I can find another weekend for a getaway.