The lake was about 1/3 open this morning and 1/2 open this evening. I think this is about as late as I can remember for the lake to open, except last year when the last ice left on April 29th (it had opened somewhat earlier and then refroze). Over the years, we had figured it normally opened before Dad's birthday on April 18th with several recent years actually being open by the end of March.
|Apple trees are a bet on the future. Even if I don't see them bear fruit, someone will. Grandpa kept planting until he died, as did Dad and Mom.|
The ground where I want to plant the rest of the apples--the old cow pasture, was rough from years of pocket gopher mounds. Got it down smooth enough so I am almost satisfied to set out the trees.
|Small pocket gopher mound, fresh this spring. They mess up farm fields by leaving the mounds of dirt. In their niche in the western prairies, they allow for diversity in the prairie sod--a place for new seeds to sprout. They are unknown much west of Luck, WI, having migrated in from the west into the original sand prairie along the east side of the St Croix. Want to learn more about pocket gophers? Check and earlier blog post: A Gopher Tail |
Spent the afternoon at the Luck Museum listening and watching Jay Bergstrand's very interesting talk on his work with the US Fish and Wildlife service in Alaska beginning in the late 1950s. Jay, as a sophomore biology student in River Falls, took a summer job along the coast in southern Alaska, camping out along a salmon spawning river scaring off salmon poachers to allow the fish to go upstream to spawn. Fascinating, well illustrated, and worthy of being turned into a book! From fishing, flying, policing a frontier village, to living through the 1964 earthquake, Jay certainly had an interesting career in Alaska.
I thought about my own college summers driving a string bean picker down field after field at 1.5 mph and realized my own experience was sadly lacking in adventure!