Day 47: Grandfather Falls Segment (Part 2), Connecting Route, Lincoln County

Day 47: Friday April 2nd, 2021

Total Miles covered for the day: 13.6

Location 1: Western half of the Grandfather Falls Segment between the trailhead to the north and the beginning of the out-and-back eastern half of the segment to the south (Newwood County Park).  
2.4 miles of trail covered.

Map 28 is a mess.

Seriously - is there another map in the whole book that is this difficult to figure out what part is trail, what part is connecting route, and where to go next? It looks like someone accidentally cut the trail in two pieces and tied a very ugly knot to put them back together again. 

Two weeks ago we had the entire Turtle Rock segment to do, half of Grandfather Falls, the Connecting route between them and part of yet another connecting route to finally get us off the map. Plus we had the Harrison Hills to finish up further to the north. So we got serious and knocked off Turtle Rock on 3/21/21, followed by the last of the Harrison Hills on 3/29/21. Suddenly Grandfather Falls and some connecting routes on Map 28 and a little bit of connecting route on Map 29 was all that was keeping us from finishing the entirety of Lincoln County. Challenge accepted.

I had to take the wayback machine to figure out that we hiked the first part of Grandfather Falls back on August 30th of 2013, exactly 2,798 days ago. I think that's the record-holder for the longest break between starting and finishing a segment. That was our fifth day of hiking the trail, and we hiked only the out-and back segment, mostly because it was an insane late-afternoon Sunday run up to the IAT to do ANYTHING. We looked at the the beautiful hike along the river and decided we would save that for another day, since it was so close. I don't think we had another 2,798 days in mind, but - that's the way it turned out.

So - back in 2013 (has it really been almost 8 years?) we claimed 1.6 miles of trail covered, though now the guidebook says that piece is 1.7, so now I guess we get an extra 0.1 miles to tack onto our trip. Bonus! 

Because today we were hiking with our daughter (who has bed knees) and her dog (who has bad knees) we decided to break the remaining 2.3 miles along the river into three bite-sized chunks. But we were also in only one car, so we brought along bicycles to work the logistics, planning on covering the connecting routes before we were done. Much thought and planning went into it - most of which worked out well.  

We started out by having Theresa drop me off at Camp Newwood Park. Then she and our daughter drove to the north end and started hiking south. The plan was to have me hike north, cross paths  with them along the way and give them a trail report to see if we felt daughter and dog would be able to safely make the rest of the trip. Having just hiked the Turtle Rock segment across the river we knew just how rugged the shoreline could be, so it made sense to do a little reconnaissance. Theresa was hiking north to south because first, it was downhill, and second we thought the northern piece would be the easiest. Well - it was downhill, but as for easy, it was not. More on that later.

I started out at 11:31 am, temperature 43 degrees, raring to go. I hiked down the stairs only to see that the trail actually didn't go down the stairs, but actually started out by the road, so I cut right, walked across the road, touched the post from so many years ago, and doubled back to start my hike. Right away I saw the efforts of the Mobile Skills Crew, who had obviously wanted to make this a feature segment. 

After a brief jaunt I came to the stairs that led up to the Campground, and found them to be in good repair. Then I marched through the Campground, passing by some open but unneeded outhouses, and took the rather steep hike back down from the campsite on the north end. Frankly, I don't know why they didn't take the trail along the river, except that for many hikers the outhouses would be a welcome sight. Even so, the path they took was really far too steep, and has been causing some erosion. On this day, I found it to be particularly hazardous because the top 1/4 inch of soil was thawed and muddy, while the ground below was still frozen. This made for dubious footing along the entire length of trail, when unassuming lovely path turned into a circus act if you step just the wrong way. 

Thaw/frozen trail footing aside, this stretch of river couldn't have been more lovely. It was scenic, easy walking, and there were several short bridges to prevent erosion and improve footing over this obviously highly used piece of trail. And it was scenic. Really pretty. Some of the bridges were a little tilted and could use shoring up, but they were still quite passable. Did I mention the scenery? Plus there was a bench along the river. Speaking of the river, there were places you could clamber out onto the rocks if you like (we didn't go out there) and one or two places it looked like you could actually rock-hop to the other side if you were a bit athletic. We didn't try that, either.

The lower 1.1 miles of trail (up to the first parking area north of Newwood) flew by, as did the second 0.4 miles to the second parking area just a little upriver. I don't know exactly what people were fishing for, but there sure were a lot of people fishing. Like others, I stopped to marvel at the penstocks, imagining the days when they were made of wood. A cooper's nightmare, to be sure. Then I popped up and around and over the bridge, and that's where things started to get a little dicey.

Immediately as I got into this last 0.9 miles along the north end of the Grandfather Falls segment (below the dam), the terrain got less friendly, with more rocks and more mud, too. It is only now I realize, long after finishing the hiking, that the worst part of Grandfather Falls, the northern 0.9 miles, is directly across the river from the worst part of the Turtle Rock segment. We should have known. 

This was about where I expected to see Theresa and our daughter, her dog in tow, and the further I went, the more concerned I got. The footing here was really getting poor. There were very rocky sections, and worse, places where the ice hadn't finished melting, creating truly hazardous ice crossings where there should have been trail. After about two tenths of a mile, having come to the conclusion that the three of them had reached icy, hazardous hiking and turned around, I finally saw them inching down the trail. 

My trail report was exactly as above. very bad hiking ahead, until they reached the parking area, then easy sailing downhill and downriver. I decided it would be best if I turned and walked with them, at least to get past the worst of the ice. We walked as a group until the footing was less treacherous, and then I turned around once more and headed north. I danced around the boulders and ice to the car without any incidents, reaching the north signpost at about 1:00, with the temperature hovering at 47 degrees. I immediately drove the vehicle down to the first Parking area south of Tug Lake Road, where Theresa and our daughter were waiting for me. 

From here, I assured them, the trail was much better. We made a hasty plan for me to go back to the north end and bike the connecting route across the river to Turtle Rock and back, thus cutting off some time later in the day, and I would meet them, I assured them, at the next parking area. I truly don't know what I was thinking. Bad, bad planning. There was no way I was going to finish that and get back to them without making them wait an eternity for me to get there. 

But wait they did, while I biked both ways on the connecting route. 4.2 miles took me a lot longer than I expected, with the hills and the wind factored in. I was 20 minutes later than I expected to be, and they almost could have finished the lower .9 miles by the time I got back. I wished them well on the rest of their hike, and drove down to the park to drop off the car, and walked back up the trail to meet them, so we could walk the remainder of the trail together. 

All in all, I think I covered about an extra 1.4 miles of hiking, though Theresa just did the straight through mileage of 2.3, plus the bonus 0.1 we didn't take credit for the first time. Because I made her wait so long for me, she and her two companions didn't reach the end until 3:00, where it had warmed up to a full 51 degrees. 

Time for more biking.

Location 2: Connecting Route between the Eastern trailhead for the Turtle Rock Segment to the west and the western trailhead for the Grandfather Falls Segment to the east.  
2.1 miles of trail covered.

As I mentioned above, I biked both directions on this 2.1 mile connecting route, and having done so I can tell you there's a right way and a wrong way to do this. Traveling north from Grandfather Falls wasn't so bad, even though it was upriver, because I had a stiff wind at my back. But once I crossed the bridge and turned left to go the last 1.2 miles up CTH E to the start of Turtle Rock, it was uphill and upwind the entire way. Going back down was a breeze, but then once again, after crossing the river and heading south on 107 I was fighting the wind. Tough going all around. 

But that was hours earlier, and now it was Theresa's turn. Because we had only one car, only one person was able to ride at a time, and we wanted the very dangerous part of the connecting routes, along Hwy 107, to be done as soon as possible. To that end, I drove her up to the top of the hill on Tug Lake Road, and had her bike down to Newwood Park, with me trailing behind in the car, flashers going. This was actually part of the NEXT connecting route, but we took it how it came. We repeated the maneuver having me bike the same route south, before actually taking Theresa north to finish this 2.1 mile piece. All in a day's work.

We had a lot of miles to cover, and we didn't want to mess around with Hwy 107 any longer than necessary. I had Theresa go north from Grandfather Falls, the same way I did, until she had crossed the bridge and gotten to Cty E. Then I picked her up and took her up to Turtle Rock and had her bike down again to the bridge. Distance covered, 2.1 miles for Theresa, 4.2 miles for Brock.

Location 3: Connecting Route fragment between Newwood County Park (middle of Grandfather Falls Segment) to the west, and the intersection of Horn Lake Rd and Horseshoe Lake Drive to the east.

9.1 miles of trail covered.

At this point, the only thing separating us from the end of Lincoln County, connecting us from Map 16 in Chippewa County all the way to the near edge of Langlade county on Map 31 was approximately 7 miles of connecting route. We WERE going to finish this today, even though we had to do it one biker at a time.  

We took turns, Theresa and I, biking along while the van trailed slowly behind. First we reached the edge of map 28 (my God, that took how many trips?), then finally to the intersection of Horseshoe Lake Drive and Horn Lake Rd where we had nipped off a bit of the connecting route earlier in the week. Theresa reached our 'sign' to touch at 7:10 pm, on a sunny evening, with diminishing winds and the temperature stubbornly holding at 47 degrees.

I'll describe the route as mostly paved, quite hilly, and largely uneventful. We biked it west to east to avoid the sun in our eyes, and to make sure vehicles coming from behind would see us easily. The last 0.8 miles is gravel (as is the 1.2 miles down to Underdown) but all very passable. 

So this moment was important for many reasons. 

1) We had just completed Lincoln County.

2) We had just completed maps 28 and 29

3) We now had a continuous line on our maps going all the way to Chippewa County.

4) This is a cute story. Back in 2013 when we started all this insanity, we were driving south on Hwy 51 when Theresa pulled out the guidebooks and maps and said, "Turn here!" I did, and she ended up taking us left and right and up and down, and all the way to the end of Horn Lake Road, only to turn back around again and drive the 10 miles to Newwood Park. "Why," I asked, "did we do that?" She told me it was called a 'Connecting Route' and was how they got hikers from one part of the trail to another, and she wanted to see what it was like. So this was our very first 'Connecting Route' experience, and it took us eight years to come back and actually cover it. 

Mission accomplished, after a long but satisfying day.

Running Total: 356.5 miles of trail covered; 36.6 miles ‘extra’ hiking/biking. End of Day 47.

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Day 46: Harrison Hills Segment (Part 3), Connecting Route, Lincoln County

Day 46: Monday March 29th, 2021

Total Miles covered for the day: 4.7

Location 1: Harrison Hills Segment between Turtle Lake Rd. to the north and Alta Junction Segment to the south.  
3.5 miles of trail covered.

For many long seasons we've dreamed of the thrill

Of the day we completed the Harrison Hills

Three segments of walking, we took in three bites

On three different days, three very long hikes

I recall Lookout Mountain's spectacular view

And the cute little campsites, Herb Schotz' bench, too

And the ATVs ripping around through the woods

I remember the ugly, the bad and the good

I remember the sun and the wind in the trees

And seeing more hills, thinking 'Oh dear God, please!'

I remember that feeling of reaching the car

Fourteen long miles, though it felt twice that far

I have heard others' tales of the ups and the downs

Of the ponds and the muck and the short work-arounds

And the hills - Oh! the HILLS! - Yes, they all mentioned that

Which is why, I suppose, it's not 'Harrison Flats'

On this day we declared, Once more unto the breach!

And we took on the last of the hills and the creeks

And we saw the storm damage, beheld nature's wrath

And we followed the blazes that showed us the path

Until at the end, for the very last time

We saw 'Harrison Hills' on the Ice Age Trail sign

And we patted it fondly - 'Good-bye my old friend'

Knowing we and the sign would not cross paths again

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OK - now that I've had time to wax poetic, I should talk about the hiking. 

If you've been following along, you will have read that we always looked at the 14 miles of the Harrison Hills, with a 7-mile stretch including Lookout Mountain, to be fairly imposing. However, knowing that we knocked out the two longest pieces and survived, it seemed like the perfect time to finally put a 'done' checkmark next to the segment name in the book.

It was a beautiful early spring day, and we drove two vehicles up to County Rd J at the north end of the Alta Junction segment and dropped a vehicle, then went back up Turtle Lake Road and parked at the designated parking area at N 45 22.591, W 89 31.584. 

The time was 11:42 am, and the temperature was 46 degrees. The sun was shining, and the wind was blowing. It was cool, but pleasant. 

Let me start by saying that this lower third of the Harrison Hills segment was by far the easiest hiking. I can't say it was the most beautiful, because it was often scarred by storm damage and logging, but it had the least amount of elevation change, and the trail was mostly not very steep. 

The biggest hill you face, if you're hiking east to west, is right at the beginning. All the way up, then all the way back down to Beaver Trail Road, before heading off into the woods. 

The snow wasn't completely melted from the little bit we had a couple days ago, so as we were walking we noticed we were following a GIANT. I'm pretty sure Bigfoot doesn't wear hiking boots, so I'll assume we were following a person, but those had to be size 16 shoes, and the stride, even through the snow, looked to be at least 40 inches to the step. This is a person who can really eat up the trail. 

As we were hiking, we came to appreciate the times we were out of the wind, because it was howling away at 18-20 mph, and there was a definite chill to it. It's not too bad when you're moving along, but it's a little brisk when sitting to take a break. 

As we hiked along, we were never very far from the ATV trails, and crossed one at one point. There were some ATVs on the trail, but for the most part they were far away from us. 

I typically have a lot to say about each segment I hike. Not so on this one, mostly because it was six days ago, and we've covered a lot of ground since then. OK - here are some highlights:

* There are a number of places where we had to cross boggy areas

* There were a lot of downed trees (I already mentioned that), but they had been cleared from the trail.

* Whoever had to come through here with a chainsaw to clean up - thank you for keeping the trail open. Well done.

* There were plenty of yellow blazes.

* The footing is good, with not too many roots or rocks. Unless it's boggy, then it's hopscotch time.

* The part of the hike that goes all the way to North Branch Prairie River is worth it. Just ask Herb Schotz.

* The very, very last little bit that crosses the horseshoe road and through the alder bog, then out onto Cty J isn't worth it. It shouldn't even be there.

All in all I would call this a successful day, except we weren't quite done yet. We finished hiking this piece at 4:22 pm, with the temperature all the way up to 62 degrees. 

Finishing the Harrison Hills should have been more of a celebration. Instead, it felt like reaching the end of a movie where you knew the ending half-way through, and it was about 20 minutes too long. We were glad it was over with, but only because it brought us one more segment closer to our goal. 

Even better, it meant we were finally done with map 30. OK - now that's worth celebrating.

Since it was such a long drive to get here, we decided were would kill off the rest of the day by biking a bit of connecting route. 

Location 2: Connecting Route fragment along Horn Lake Rd between Horseshoe Lake Drive to the north and the East end of the Underdown Segment to the south.  
1.2 miles of trail covered.

This is a short piece of gravel road that seems to run uphill in both directions. We decided to park at the southern end, then go back to the northern end to bike the short, winding and oddly hilly road down to the start/end of the Underdown segment. We biked most of the way, but had to walk up a couple hills. Nothing eventful, except we were inching closer and closer to finishing Lincoln County. 

Running Total: 342.9 miles of trail covered; 33.1 miles ‘extra’ hiking/biking. End of Day 46.

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 Day 45: Turtle Rock Segment, Lincoln County

Day 45: Sunday March 21st, 2021

Total Miles covered for the day: 5.1

Location: Turtle Rock Segment between Averill-Kelly Creek Wilderness Segment to the West and Connecting Route to Grandfather Falls Segment to the East 
5.1 miles of trail covered, plus 2.4 miles extra biking.

One does not 'hike' the Turtle Rock Segment of the Ice Age Trail. One survives it. With planning. If you're worthy. Under the best of conditions, the journey is long and difficult, covered with ankle-twisting rocks, festooned with fallen aspens (thanks to the beavers), and just for the joy of it, right in the middle of this 5.1-mile bear-filled woods is a granite-boulder obstacle course, frequently and not always lovingly referred to as the 'Rock Garden'. This is the first time on the Ice Age Trail that I have been compelled to scale a small wall, and I wasn't entirely thrilled to see it.

Today, we felt, was about as good as conditions get on this segment. And I still have no desire to go back and do it again. Ever. The temperature was warm, and there was a breeze. The winter had been mild, and the snow was mostly melted. The water level was down in the creeks and the boggy areas. There were no bugs out, the bears were apparently still sleeping, there were no ticks - perfect hiking weather. Though we really weren't conditioned for a long-ish hike yet this year, we thought we would take a chance and hike this segment that we had been staring at for 8 years now, wondering when and how we would ever tackle the thing. This was the day. Today we would take down Turtle Rock or it would take us down. Turns out it was a near thing.

The Turtle Rock segment is theoretically 5.1 miles. I say theoretically, because my feet tell me it was longer. Maybe it was the rocks. Maybe it was the heaved soil that kept literally collapsing under our feet, breaking through a frozen crust to the muddy glop 2 inches below. Had it not been for the walking sticks to help us keep balance, I imagine I would have fallen at least two or three times. As it was, Theresa fell twice. That was the one thing about the conditions that was less than ideal. The footing was uncertain and treacherous. But that's enough grousing for now. Let me tell you about the hike.

We started out by dropping a bicycle off at the west end at the Burma Road parking area and drove to the East, or North end and parked at that lot. The plan was to hike the segment and then I would bike back to the car. 2.4 miles. Not too bad. 

The plan in place, we geared up and headed for the trailhead. We got exactly four steps before Theresa realized she had worn the wrong boots. The ones she had on were too small, and she didn't bring alternate footwear. A prudent decision would have been to just bag it for the day and go home, without hiking. But we REALLY wanted to get this segment over with. It was now or never. We chose now. As of this writing we're not really sure how many toenails Theresa will lose as a consequence of that decision. Maybe we'll update the blog later when we know. (Update - one.)

The time was 1:11 in the afternoon. It was 60 degrees. We hadn't been hiking in 322 days. This is frequently described as one of the most difficult segments on the whole trail, and Theresa's boots were too small. We touched the sign, and headed into the woods. 

The trail starts out innocently enough. A nice, broad Troad with a gentle slope and a little horse poop to avoid. They do that a lot on the IAT. 'Come hike this trail', they say. 'It will be fun' they say. Well, beauty is only skin deep, as they say. This little segment is a lot like an ogre. It has layers. The trail heads south for a little over 3/10th of a mile, where you encounter the beaver dam. 

The guidebook describes a rock-hop across the stream. There were rocks - and there was a stream, but I think the beavers have had something to say about where the trail goes, and the crossing is a little more harrowing than it used to be. I think a temporarily-permanent side-route has been created to avoid the dam, and the crossing can be managed dry with a little imagination. Just a tiny bit further and we headed east along the top of the bank overlooking the river. 

This really was a beautiful piece of trail, relatively flat, very well marked, and the scenery was beautiful. We stopped at the bench overlooking the creek and enjoyed our late lunch. It was so pretty we didn't want to leave, but we had a long road ahead of us, so off we went. 

The walking remained smooth and easy with a few hummocks, mostly dry, until we reached the banks of the Wisconsin River, where we coincidentally spotted a raccoon. Or - just the head of a raccoon. What eats raccoons? Taking a glance around for bears, we moseyed on down the trail. The trail south along the Wisconsin River reminded me of many, many water's edge trails in northern Wisconsin. A little hummocky, basic northern deciduous forest mix, sun dappling off the water - this could have been anywhere in the northern half of the state. 

We were a little over 4/10ths of a mile from the dam. Quite near the dam we encountered a couple that had canoed across the river with their very well-trained chocolate lab, who greeted us enthusiastically. The dog - not the couple. The couple was nice, too. We told them the trail went all the way across the state in both directions. They were interested, but I don't think they'll start hiking tomorrow. 

South of the dam is where the fun begins. Behold - the Rock Garden. From the north, it starts out fairly easy. A few boulders here, a steep step or two there. And then there are bigger boulders. Huge, cleaved boulders. Jumbles of boulders. The trail clung to the edge of the water like burdock on a sweater, because... well...  who wouldn't want to clamber in and among all those boulders?

Don't get me wrong. There is a trail. But this is where the Turtle Rock segment earns its reputation and well-earned 5-out-of-5 rating for terrain. I mean - the view is breathtaking. There was ice on the river, water crashing through and over the boulders littering the river bed, cascading headlong toward the falls further downstream. But still - it didn't have to be this way. 50 feet away from the shore it would have been possible to walk with significantly less difficulty. In many ways, I would have preferred it. 

Just south of the dam there is a turn on the trail that would be easy to miss. The whole point of this little away-from-the-river jaunt is to walk past the famous Turtle Rock, located at N 45 18.643 W 089 47.238 between the trail and the river. Going south, it's hard to miss. Going north, you could actually miss it. It's worth seeing. Cool rock. On we go.

A little further south you should stop at N 45 18.370 W 089 47.373 and look for the Geocache, GC1PYDK. It's just south of that place where you have to literally scale a small wall of pointy granite to get through. Only a couple feet, sure, but I'm not the Billy-goat I was 45 years ago, and neither is Theresa. Again - why? 

After what seemed like an interminable amount of hellish torture, we finally reached the southern tip of the trail along the water's edge, and headed inland, only to see that the trail rose rapidly uphill, and over - yes - more rocks. Not big ones, but by this time it started feeling like a cruel prank. And the closer we got to the top, the steeper it got, until we were digging our toes in the mud just to keep from sliding backwards. I feel a trail re-route coming to this spot someday. 

I have not revisited the agony of Theresa's too-tight boots yet. By the time we were only a half-mile in, we were seriously considering turning around. The solution, if you call it that, was to remove the inner soles of her boots. This gave more room for the toes, but also removed anything that you could call a comfort cushion on the soles of her feet. Knowing how my feet were feeling at this point, I can only imagine how hers were feeling, and write now in amazement that she made the journey at all. We stopped and rested briefly at the top of that steep incline, she almost in tears, not knowing how she could finish the trek at all, let alone before dark. Though the day remained balmy, actually warming up to the mid-sixties while we walked, we had burned much daylight and it was already 5:00. As much pain as she was in, I was rationing power bars in my mind for breakfast. 

Thankfully, within another 100 feet, we hit troad again, a long, sweeping level piece of trail that at least made the last leg of the hike seem possible before dark. The way was muddy at times, but at least we had left most of the boulders behind for a while. We still had more than two miles to go, but we had planned in advance to leave this section for the end, knowing that it was mostly level, and spent a lot of time on troads. 

We plodded along, we two, alone but for a few sparrows, our bear bells jangling away on our walking sticks. I think the bear bells were successful at keeping the bears away because we didn't see any. 

Into the woods again. Onto a troad. Into the woods again. If not for the abundance of blazes it would have been easy to take a wrong turn. The trail is narrow, and at times ducks through thick groves of trees with little by way of an obvious route. Only once did I stop in my tracks and scan forward, unable to spot the next yellow blaze. Then a few feet farther, and there was the next one. Well done, trail blazer! Well done!

I have little to say about the last leg of our trip, except that you get to see a small pond, some clearings, a few grouse, and if you keep your eyes open a whole lot of coyote scat on the trail. I'm saying it was coyote scat because it was full of hair, and I don't want to think it was wolf scat. At least now I know what ate that raccoon. 

The sun had sunk below the westernmost clouds by the time we got to the end, and may have actually set. I'm not certain. I believe we reached the trailhead at 7:11 pm, exactly six slow hours from when we started, and the temperature had dropped back to about 60 degrees. Oh yeah - no car. 

Back on the bike, I rode the 2.4 miles back to the car and went back to the trailhead to rescue my wife, just as deep dusk was setting in. We were well down the road by 7:40, and it was full-on dark by then. Another half-hour in the woods and we would have been hiking at night. 

Some things are like giving birth. You go through all the pain, but by the time you look back on the experience it was all worth it, and you hardly remember the pain at all. This was not one of those things. In fact, my wife tells me birth isn't like that, either. You never forget the pain. 

At least we got this one over with. Turtle Rock, we won't miss you.

Running Total: 338.2 miles of trail covered; 33.1 miles ‘extra’ hiking/biking. End of Day 45.

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Day 44: Ringle Segment (Part 3), Marathon County

Day 44: Sunday May 3rd, 2020

Total Miles covered for the day: 1.9

Location: Northern part of the Ringle Segment between County Road N to the north and Meadowlark Lane to the south. 
1.9 miles of trail covered.

After nearly finishing the Ringle segment yesterday, we found it impossible to resist going back to hike this last little piece today and finish not only the segment, but all of Marathon County as well. This was the last gap in our map between Map 39 and Map 45. You may not be impressed, but for us it was something to celebrate. 

Even though it made no real difference, we decided to hike the road first, the tiny little walk along Meadowlark Lane to Mole Brook Road. Just a casual hand-in-hand stroll down the road for a quarter mile or so. It was 1:00 pm, and the weather was fine. It was a very breezy 64 degrees, and we then drove up to the corner of County Road N and Heft Road, parking at about N 44 56.568, W 89 20.809 alongside the road. 

We started down the trail on the Kretz Property, where we could see once again that the trail was going to be rerouted soon. I gotta tell you - the trails that go through this section of the Ringle Segment are among the nicest we have hiked anywhere on the whole Ice Age Trail. And they are moving them. I don't see the point. I really don't. These trails are beautifully groomed and pick a lovely route through the forest. From what I can see of where they are planning on putting the new trail - I'm really glad I did it now, and not a year from now. This is a gorgeous walk through the woods that they are about to turn into an arduous hike. I don't approve. 

I suppose I should note the plentiful oak trees, the many maples, the Dutchman's Breaches flowers and other things of beauty that we saw along the way, but I was forever distracted by every strange new turn the trail was going to take, as evidenced by the yellow flags wandering around through the woods, down the hills, through the rock piles, over the boggy areas - I just don't get it. 

We ended the day at  3:16 pm as we stepped out of the woods and found the van. We had the opportunity to talk to the landowner there on Molebrook Lane, and he was also quite puzzled by the changes to the trail, and a little miffed about how the IATA people are strong-arming the changes to his land. There's a whole lot of things I don't know about the story on either end, so I won't write any more about it. I just hope the IATA doesn't lose the cooperation of another landowner. 


Running Total: 333.1 miles of trail covered; 30.7 miles ‘extra’ hiking/biking. End of Day 44.

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Day 43: Ringle Segment Segment (Part 2), Marathon County

Day 43: Saturday May 2nd, 2020

Total Miles covered for the day: 4.9

Location: Middle part of the Ringle Segment between Meadowlark Lane to the north and The Mountain-Bay State Trail to the south. 
4.9 miles of trail covered.

This was a gloriously wonderful spring day in Wisconsin, with sunny skies, light breezes, and temperatures in the low 70s. Pair this up with how cold it's been all spring and how cooped up everyone has been for the last two months, and we could hardly do anything BUT go hiking. It was imperative. 

If you are reading this blog at some point in the future, and you look up to notice the date, you'll undoubtedly say to yourself, "Oh - spring of 2020. Yeah - that was a bad time." And it is. It has been very bad. This was the year of "The Virus". You wouldn't think that sort of thing would make it into a blog about hiking the Ice  Age Trail, but this spring EVERYTHING is about The Virus. How to avoid it. How to know if you have it. How many new cases are in the county? Has anyone died lately? 

I'll try to spend as little time on the subject as possible, but I'm including a few details just for posterity. As I write this article, on May 4th, 2020, there are 3.6 million 'known' cases worldwide of COVID-19, the disease caused by the dreaded Novel Coronavirus from 2019, first documented in Wuhan China. The USA accounts for essentially one third of those cases, clocking in at just under 1.2 million cases. And, the US accounts for nearly 69,000 of the total 250,000+ deaths around the world. Why is this relevant? Because going outside right now could lead to death. Even as I write there are protesters marching on the Capital en masse, standing too close together and ignoring the pleadings of the medical community to wear masks and use self-protective behaviors. Some people are treating this plague like it's 'business as usual'. Everything you touch could potentially be a vector of illness. Therefore, if you're going to go outside - you have to go where there aren't other people. The Ice Age Trail seemed like a safe alternative to hunkering in the kitchen, and in fact we didn't see another soul on the trail the whole day. 

So let's get back to the trail. We actually did this walk in two sections, at two different times of day. The first section was from Poplar Road to the north (N 44 54.026, W 89 22.957) to the Mountain-Bay State Trail to the south, at approximately N 44 53.169, W 89 22.170. We hiked it from north to south, a direction I highly recommend. There's good parking to the north, and enough room on Duncan Road to park without falling in the ditch. 

This section of trail was relatively level and dry, and we encountered almost nothing by way of obstructions. There were a few small trees down across the trail but I cleared those up as I went along. There were basically no leaves on the trees yet, and even the wildflowers had barely started to poke through, with only the trout lilies and hepatica in bloom. Even the Trillium were stubbornly refusing to show anything more than the merest sliver of white. I also noticed again how few birds there were as we walked. Occasionally I could hear a distant spring whistle or warble of a distant, unseen bird, but very, very few made an appearance. 

About halfway through the hike, there is a rather large erratic on a hillside, not more than fifty feet from a kettle pond. Two fine examples of glacial remains that you can get in one photo if you're creative. (We weren't.) We were also quite fortunate that the wind was blowing the right direction because a lot of this section skirts the rather enormous and stinky Marathon County Landfill. There are times of year when you could walk this section and spend time thinking of new and grander words to add to the collection of adjectives like stinky, malodorous, noxious, nauseous, nauseating, odoriferous and noisome, to name a few. It's places like this that really give rise to colorful adjectives. Thankfully, due to the direction the wind was blowing, we could just enjoy the view and the cry of the crows at the landfill. 

It's hard to know exactly how far we walked, because the trail has been rerouted recently, and there is no accurate distance measure available that I could find. So we guessed at approximately 2.1 miles and called it a hike. We started the hike at 10:19 am, with a temperature of 64 degrees, and ended at 11:50 with a temperature of 68 degrees. All-in-all a very nice walk.

Then we took a break for a while to do other things. We didn't get back to hiking until 3:40 pm, after we had parked our car at the end of Meadowlark Lane, at about N 44 55.471, W 89 22.025. This is at the end of a private driveway, so it's very nice of them to allow the trail to go through there. The temperature had risen to 74 degrees, so we were glad for the now-heavy wind. 

This was a section that had undergone recent trail work. I like to think of it as the "Thirteen Bridges Troad", because there are a number of very nice boardwalks built along the trail to make delightful what would otherwise be quite wet and unpleasant. Again, this section is best walked north to south, and the hiker has many opportunities to take in an unusual combination of young northern temperate forest sprinkled with hemlock bogs. The water is everywhere, seeping from the bogs and groundwater to form little streams that lace through the area, and as long as the bugs are down it's a very enjoyable hike. 

We noted with delight how well-marked this section was at the north end until we hit the place where it veers off on a logging road. At that point, it's hikers beware, because the trail is very suddenly not well-marked at all. For the next mile or so, you occasionally have to turn around and look both ways to see if you're still on the trail, which is unfortunate since there are places to make wrong turns. I believe the reason is that they are planning to reroute this soon, and they didn't want too many markers to remove, but still - you have to keep your eyes open. 

About midway through the hike one encounters the Klaver Kame. A kame is a conical feature made of sand and gravel, and is distinguished from the surrounding area because there are no visible surface boulders on its slopes. But once off the kame, you will see rocks and boulders strewn about like the leftovers from a game of mountain-marbles. There is a lovely bench at the top to sit on and enjoy the view. We stayed for a few minutes to enjoy our snacks and off we went. 

Once off the kame, the trail is nearly level, and relatively soon we ran into the new trail that had been put in a couple years back. Honestly, I question some of the reroute that is planned for the future. The logging road that leads to the Kame is a very nice place to walk, and is well-maintained, and I can tell from the flags the new route will go a very different direction. Seems like a lot of work to me, for very little gain. That said, the new trail they cut in 2017 was very pleasant walking, and was well-marked. With little effort and seemingly little time, we found ourselves back at the car. The time was 6:23 pm, and the temperature was 70 degrees. A day well-wasted.

Running Total: 331.2 miles of trail covered; 30.7 miles ‘extra’ hiking/biking. End of Day 43.

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