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It takes a hardy person to take a nature walk in a cold rain. I’m not a hardy person. I hate the cold, especially wet cold, and rarely take long walks in chilly, wet weather. However, a warm spring or summer rain, now that’s a different proposition. In fact, it can open up a whole new way of seeing, and smelling, nature, and I take every opportunity I get to have that experience.
The other evening, my dog and I took our usual walk through the farm’s pastures after what had been a long, wet day. However, it was still warm, and the sweet smells of the hay and native grasses in the fields rushed up to greet me. It reminded me of an unforgettable night I spent at Lake Wilson in Kansas.
After driving cross country ■ for many years—having gone to college in California and having lived in the Northern Plains, but still having family in Virginia—discovering Lake Wilson was a miracle to me.
I had long given up on the notion that Kansas was any-, thing but farms and towns, with wild areas to camp in sadly lacking. Then I found Lake Wilson, which actually shouldn’t have been hard to miss, considering its size (9,000 acres of water and 100 miles of shoreline) and its proximity to Interstate 70.
The lake actually has several state parks around it, and coming in to camp for a night in June on yet another journey back to Wyoming, I found a tent campground where I was all alone and could camp right next to the lake.
Schools hadn’t let out, but the RV campground up the hill was pretty fiill with seniors. They apparently preferred the amenities of their rolling yachts to roughing it in a campground with only tent sites and an outhouse. I
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