The scrapblog editor has traveled far and wide in search of beautiful places, but the most stunning one of all may be the one closest to her teenage home: Frontenac State Park, just a short walk from the old Miller place in Old Frontenac, Minn., and from my current land there.
While on vacation, I walked in the state park several times. The hardy, brilliant flowers of mid-July were in radiant bloom; above, coreopsis at the entrance to the park.
It would not be possible to find better, more nature-reverent fellow walkers than Bruce Ause, DNR volunteer guide and retired director of the Environmental Learning Center in Red Wing, Minn., and his occasional fishing partner Elmer W. "Joe" Sprick, naturalist extraordinaire, senior scrapblog correspondent and itinerant cold-case crime investigator, Burnt Wienie alumnus and wry and patient uncle to the cousins. Bruce, who along with mutual friend Dan Dietrich has created
a wonderful blog about the natural year in the Lake Pepin area, led a nature walk that Elmer and I tagged along on that included bluebird sightings and lore, natural and human history of the area, and a veritable showcase of wildflowers. Along the way, Elmer politely poked his walking stick at poison ivy clusters so your blissfully clueless scrapblog editor would not go bushwhacking off into a world of pain whilst binocularing for pretty birds.
While on vacation, I walked in the state park several times. The hardy, brilliant flowers of mid-July were in radiant bloom; above, coreopsis at the entrance to the park.
It would not be possible to find better, more nature-reverent fellow walkers than Bruce Ause, DNR volunteer guide and retired director of the Environmental Learning Center in Red Wing, Minn., and his occasional fishing partner Elmer W. "Joe" Sprick, naturalist extraordinaire, senior scrapblog correspondent and itinerant cold-case crime investigator, Burnt Wienie alumnus and wry and patient uncle to the cousins. Bruce, who along with mutual friend Dan Dietrich has created a wonderful blog about the natural year in the Lake Pepin area, led a nature walk that Elmer and I tagged along on that included bluebird sightings and lore, natural and human history of the area, and a veritable showcase of wildflowers. Along the way, Elmer politely poked his walking stick at poison ivy clusters so your blissfully clueless scrapblog editor would not go bushwhacking off into a world of pain whilst binocularing for pretty birds.
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