With dry leaves come many sounds, even the squirrels sound large. I rest again a tree and listen to the sounds get larger. Far from the path, I start to fall asleep. The forest dreams start again. I remember the last ones, in Maryland, in the snow.
Bare trees and some new color trees close to the ground. The winter birds have made their way, and I can hear the geese heading south. Today there is no wind as I head through the forest to the Western Fire Lookout. At 1,1716 Blue Mound is the highest point in Southern Wisconsin. The view to the Southwest, the driftless area, the plains start to head south.
I take the solemn walk to the East tower, climb atop and look toward Chicago. The turn to look toward Minneapolis. The last four miles of the hike were dedicated to four soldiers … In the late hours of November 25, 1944 a C-47 Army cargo plane en route from Chicago to Minneapolis crashed into the Blue Mound. The plane had encountered a winter storm, and burdened by built up ice, was attempting to return to Chicago. Here is a good history document.