Park Yourself

I am fortunate to live near my state's newest state park. It is nestled along the Big Sioux River, abundant with wildlife and vegetation. Historically, it was an important gathering place for the Oneota Tradition Peoples for many years and thanks to this area's designation as a state park, it continues to be a gathering place for a diverse group of people.

November brought us unseasonably warm temperatures for our part of the country. Despite being a certified indoor person, I could not resist a little fresh air in the great outdoors. I also had guests coming and going from my house during the past few weeks so hiking in the park was a perfect activity for all of us. I made a rookie move during our first hike and wore the wrong shoes. Blisterville! That goaded me into purchasing a decent pair of walking shoes. With some serious bandaid action and my new shoes, I was able to continue onward with a few more hikes, albeit, a bit old ladyish.

There are many hiking choices in the park including wooded areas, riparian portions and open prairie sections. I enjoy all of them but I often feel the siren call of the prairie. My childhood was in the wide open spaces and it feels like home when I see the buff colors of fading grass. The shelter of trees is not an option and the natural elements are unleashed without a buffer. The gentle breeze is replaced with the wash of wind rippling all about. There is a vulnerability that is inevitable when exposure is all about. Perhaps, that is the allure.

It is impossible to hike without igniting the senses. The crunch of leaves under one's shoes. The organic smell of fading prairie grass. The expansive view of a meandering river. The gossiping chatter of birds. The wind grabbing all in its path. The soft hum of hikers' conversations. The warmth of the afternoon sun.

My greatest accomplishment was a solo hike. I am a spook with more irrational fears than anyone should be allowed to possess. Thus, a hike alone on the prairie trail is a Mt. Everest moment for me, without a sherpa. I survived and felt the adrenaline rush of a goal completed. I was also a bit breathless from the uphill portion of the hike so that may have counted for some adrenaline, too, but no need to get picky.

The park's little slice of nature is particularly significant due to its location near the largest city in our state. The adjacent area continues to be gobbled up by commerce and housing. Expensive housing. Large estates loom near the park and are a sobering reminder of what could have happened if park status was not given to the site. Instead of a few wealthy people enjoying the flora and fauna by the river, all people are now invited to the party. The choose-your-own-hiking-adventure makes it possible for a wide range of ages and skill levels to enjoy time outdoors. Even me.

If you are still working on your Christmas gift list, might I suggest a state park sticker. Whether someone uses it every day or only one time, it is never money wasted. Just remember to wear the right shoes.