A
couple weeks ago there was a break in the clouds so I decided to take
a chance and headed for Gibraltar Rock State Natural Area. I had made
arrangements with a friend that if it was a nice afternoon I'd pick
her up. It was beautiful mid afternoon and there were several other
cars in the parking lot. This section of the Ice Age Trail has been
completed for well over a year. We chose to walk the trail, which is
clearly marked, rather than the old road. The dirt path is wide
enough to pass other hikers with ease. This time of year the soil is
hidden by the fallen leaves of the red oaks that are abundant in this
forest. The path had been well planned to wind in a gradual grade up
the hill. Most plants were past their prime but could still offer
interest because of their seed heads. The birds were filling the tree
tops with chirps and songs perhaps they were on a break from
their way south
Here
and there along the
way,the still brilliant red
leaves of young red
oaks
were clinging to life.
I got the impression that
they were
shouting,
“Look at us, this is our time to shine, all summer no one
noticed that we were here.”
We
than approached
a ditch that had long ago been eroded into the hillside by the spring
runoff. The bridge across this now dry bed was made of ten to twelve
foot-long logs that had been split lengthwise. (High on top of the
hill one of these logs laid unused. I was amazed that it had been cut
for this kind of use by a very talented person with a chain saw; the
blade marks are still visible).
From here the path started to climb more toward the rocky goal of the hike. Still this path was less of a challenge than the Cactus/Ferry Bluff trail. Deeper in the forest the gray squirrels were securing acorns for the winter. Off in the distance the thunderous sounds of a pileated woodpecker working on a tree echoed across the hillside.
After a short time my eye caught sight of its handiwork. This
Leonardo of the forest had been creating a sculpture high on a dead
and rotting tree. The top two feet of the eight inch around tree had
been chipped down to about three inches around; in places it had
holes drilled clear though.
Just beyond this point the view began to clear, indicating that the rocky cliffs were near. The path took a steeper incline but soon this was made easy by stone steps. Again, the time and planning spent here showed. The path followed the many natural stone steps and, where needed, native rock was well placed to blend in. The main path led over to the upper edge, while many smaller paths led down to the rocky out-cropping. Here the vistas are two hundred feet above the Wisconsin River valley. There's a glimpse of Lake Wisconsin and the Baraboo range, and to the south and east the view extends over miles of farmland.
Once
we reached the edge of the cliffs my thoughts wandered back to the
long ago days when I would throw my common sense to the wind. I did
venture now to where we used to dangle our legs or perhaps sit on one
of the red cedars growing out of the rocks. I decided that all those
cedars reaching out must have been removed, but while taking photos
of the amazing old bonsai-looking cedar trees, I realized that not
only am I forty years older, so are the trees I sat on back then.
This
day there were the
tiny pale blue blooms of
harebells (bluebells)
tucked in the crevices
where the frost hadn’t
claimed them.
We
decided to take the road back to the parking lot rather than the
trail. Nature is doing its best to reclaim this; the blacktop and
gravel are starting to break up and most of it is hidden by several
types of moss. If you decide to hike this treasure I would recommend
starting from the old road parking area. I've been told that the
other end of the Ice Age Trail with a parking area is a bit more of a
challenge if you want to reach the top.
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