One of my favorite things in life besides the first bite of a perfect burger is the first taste of summer weather.
That’s why when I woke up to a gorgeous 70-degree day I couldn’t wait to get outside. After a few quick errands, Eric and I made our way to Whitnall Park and to the Wehr Nature Center to explore the 200 acres of southeastern Wisconsin’s natural best.
We zigzagged around passing kids playing on the playground, folks walking their dogs, and families bicycling along the paths until we finally found the Wehr Nature Center. Then, we parked and headed inside to the Visitors Center where we paid $3 for parking, which was reasonable considering admission is free.
At the Wehr Nature Center, you have the option of taking a self-guided tour or participating in one of Wehr’s many programs led by their knowledgeable staff of naturalists. Eric and I opted for the self-guided tour and grabbed a trail map from the reception desk on our way out.
Besides the map, there are wooden posts that act as landmarks along the trails and are labeled with a graphic – a tree, cattail, footprint, and so on – that represent each individual trail loop. Also found throughout the area are signs that help explain each habitat and what flora and fauna are found there.
The Wehr Nature Center has over five miles of trail loops. Each loop ranges from 0.5 to 1.7 miles and takes visitors through natural environments such as an undulating prairie and an expansive savanna, and vast woodlands and lush wetlands.
When we stepped out of the Visitors Center and onto the trails, I deeply inhaled the faint smells of summer and I could feel the warmth fill my lungs. Without further delay, Eric and I began our hike along the Wetland Loop. This trail took us through a variety of swampy habitats – lowland forest, wetland underbrush and sedge meadow – and down two wooden piers and a bird blind where we paused to watch a gaggle of mallards bob in the lake and paddle after their afternoon snack.
Next, we followed the woodchip path as it led us beneath rainbow canopies of blossoming trees, and through colorful Monet-esque landscapes and canvases of sprawling wildflowers. I’m not going to lie, I literally stopped to inhale the fragrance of each periwinkle Trillium and every Jack-in-the-pulpit that decorated the verdant terrain. Being cooped up all winter, I almost forgot how fresh air smells and what it’s like to get outside and be fully surrounded by nature.
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