Yesterday was the vernal equinox, and I would have liked to have spent a lot of time outside, but there was heavy wind and I ended up getting a migraine. I felt mostly better today (just slightly irritated with the sun) and the weather was much more pleasant. I knew where I wanted to spend my time: down by the Wisconsin River.
My choice of destination was the Lower Wisconsin State Riverway- Arena Unit. It’s not too far from Madison, just over the Iowa County line. There’s quite a diversity of habitat there, including a barrens, cattail marsh, and pine plantation I have yet to explore, but today I stuck to the riverbottom forest and sand bars.

I like forests in general, but riverbottom is my favorite type. In spring many of them are flooded, but I had a feeling with how dry it’s been it would be worth checking out. The forest was almost bone-dry, with only a small part containing water. Like many of these forests, the one at Arena has an undulating terrain, with the low spots often constituting ephemeral ponds or temporary channels. They tend to have an interesting assortment of fauna, but not so much in march. I only saw one bird I wouldn’t have seen at home: my first-of-year American woodcock (Scolopax minor). I startled it as I walked into a deeper trough and it flew away quickly.

I walked for over half an hour, then decided to rest on the soft soil. Still being slightly sensitive to light, I covered my face my with cap. The sounds of the forest became amplified after a while. I heard familiar birds moving around me. I heard twigs snapping. Was that something large or was I just that in tune with my surroundings? The comfortable ground did its job. Feeling rested, I got up and moved toward the shore.

For being such a short distance away, the sandbars were practically the opposite of the forest: sunny, slightly breezy, and much more open. I had views quite a ways up and down the river valley, seeing things from fishing boats to an eagle nest. I walked around and drew patterns in the sand with my footprints and my hiking stick. Even in March I feel playful on the beach.
Another solar holiday well-spent!



