Contrary to my previous adamantly held belief, it is indeed possible to go running outside in the winter and enjoy it. As part of a New Years resolution, I’m trying to spend more time outdoors this winter season because I know the nature enthusiast in me will be happier if I do. So far, I’ve bundled up for a midnight meteor shower; obtained heated shoe inserts so my feet are toasty on long outdoor excursions; and at least contemplated picking up downhill skiing again for the first
5 years ago — 2012 Biologists with the state Department of Natural Resources are analyzing the impact of not only the 117 wolves killed during Wisconsin’s first modern-day wolf hunt but also the 123 animals that died so far in 2012 in other ways. 10 years ago — 2007 Area residents Steve and Gail Prock are marketing “ShadowShield,” a lightweight handheld mirror that fools deer into thinking they are seeing terrain and not the hunter behind it. 20 years ago
SPOONER — Tall golden grasses poked through the deep crusted snow, bobbing in the gentle-yet-biting wind. Various animal tracks crisscrossed the grey landscape, a squirrel there, a rabbit nearby, a couple of ruffed grouse meandering through the pines. I stopped my car along the trail to take a look and see just what kind of critters might be out and about. Further inspection indicated that a fox and a couple of deer had also wandered through the area recently. I turned my
You know you’ve found a good friend when they agree to go star watching with you at midnight on a Wednesday. I was ecstatic when Facebook alerted me earlier this month of the upcoming Geminid meteor shower, an annual celestial occurrence that presents itself in December. I asked my friend and fellow reporter here at the Leader-Telegram, Andee Erickson, to accompany me someplace away from city lights the night of Dec. 13 and she easily agreed. Star watching is a favorite activity of mine.
One blustery night last winter, I found myself sitting in the driver’s seat of my little red car with my forehead resting on the steering wheel in defeat. It was about 1 a.m., and my car was stuck smack in the center of Wisconsin Street in downtown Eau Claire. City plows hadn’t yet cleared the road to my then-house, and shin-deep devil snow smothered the street as far as my tired eyes could see. Exhausted after a bartending shift, I gave myself a quick pep talk and circled back to