Whoever said that Wisconsin Winters are cold and drab has never walk through the wilderness of this great state. I spend one morning in late February 2012 on the Plover River segment of the Ice Age National Scenic Trail in northeastern Marathon County. I experienced warmth from the sunshine reflecting off the whiteness of the snow. The cobalt blue sky adds to the colors. Even the brown colors of vegetation along with the deep rich greens of pines and balsams add to the scene.
Further on along the trail, one hears the bubbling and gurgling of the Plover River itself as it makes its way downstream from the headwaters near Antigo to meet with the Wisconsin in Stevens Point on the long journey to the Mississippi and the Gulf of Mexico. Rivers like the Plover never give in to the chilling cold of a Wisconsin winter. They are too busy. They have that journey to make.
During the warmer months, the Plover is a place for anglers. Long known as a trout fishery, its cold waters continue to curve ant cut their way through the land. The sound of a flowing river is music to my ears.
Since I often carry a Nikon DSLR with me on these journeys. I record every thing I see, because what I see is good.