From Lake Superior to the Mediterranean Sea by Jim Joque / Walking Capers Growing up in Upper Michigan and living
Time needed on the Lower Wisconsin River by Darren Bush / Ply me a River I needed this trip. When
“Henriette, slow down and let others win the races.” Her father’s command was what she had to follow if her family was to survive the Nazi occupation of their country, Luxembourg.
Parenting, and indeed all mentoring, involves risk. I believe the risk of not taking kids paddling is far more impactful on their developing minds. PlayStation Pro? Mario Cart 8? Now that’s dangerous stuff.
“Thirty-seven years of doing this and this’ll be the first time I miss my start,” I told the skier sitting next to me on the bus transporting us to the start of the American Birkebeiner.
I threw my snowshoes, hiking pole and a daypack filled with essentials into my Ford Ranger and drove north. The designated snowshoe trails that I visited in both Flambeau and Brule River state forests were relatively short, from a half mile to two and a half miles in length. In most Wisconsin state forests, you can snowshoe just about anywhere, as long as you stay off groomed cross-country ski trails. So this leaves snowshoeing distances up to your choosing.
Fat bikes are coming to the Kickapoo Valley Reserve, a sprawling 8,600-acre nature preserve and recreational area hidden away in the substantial hills and hollows of western Wisconsin. And they’re arrival may lead to even bigger things.
Last year we were left stumbling by the unceasing cold that settled like a 60-day cloud of depression. This year we got gut punched by the Packers, an ache that will linger long after the cold fades.
With all the complaining I do about riding in the extreme cold, you may be surprised that I help out with the group Madison Bike Winter. Yes, I actually ride with and plan events for a group that counts down the days until the winter solstice in June.
I greeted friends, former co-workers, students and neighbors for over four hours at her funeral. It was harder than any race we ever did together because this time she wasn’t there, let alone running or skiing, alongside me.