Yesterday afternoon I decided I’d reward myself for the work I got done on Saturday by taking a hike somewhere in the area that I hadn’t explored yet. I settled on O Kun De Kun Falls, a waterfall about an hour north of here in the Upper Peninsula. (The odd name apparently comes from an Ojibwe chief.) The information I could find on it described a level 1.3-mile hike each way to see the falls, and although it was hot outside (mid-eighties, hot for here!) walking a couple miles on a shady, easy forest path seemed doable enough.
Unfortunately it didn’t turn out to be a shady forest path.
When I got to the trail head and started out, I found myself walking through an open, brushy, recently-logged stand of trees. It was sunny. It was hot. I got sweatier and sweatier without seeing any signs of entering a more intact forest. That’s not to say there wasn’t wildlife around – I got great looks at a Broad-winged Hawk and a Blackburnian Warbler and heard several other warbler species singing despite the afternoon heat, I found old wolf scat in the trail, and there was a lot of insect activity in the daisies, clover, and other flowers blooming along the trail.
But when the trail entered what was basically a clear cut, I gave up and turned back. It was just too hot to be worth it when my walk was taking me through such disturbed, ugly-looking terrain. Maybe sometime when the weather is nicer I’ll go back and actually make it to the waterfall. Until then, O Kun De Kun Falls remains a mystery.