Up early and off to the Effigy Mounds. the center was closed but the trails were open. I headed to the Yellow River trail and saw why it was called the Yellow River. Brisk morning air the tail was more of a walkway that followed an interpretive nature trail. Bull frogs were singing their early morning songs along with a variety of birds calling back and forth to one another. I stopped on the bridge to listen to the birds and felt a knocking and rocking on the bridge. When I looked two young male deer emerged, their small antlers still covered in velvet running up over the bridge and into the thicket on the other side of the bridge splashing the whole way. Perhaps they thought my camera was a weapon and they were heading out of dangers way.
I ventured up the trail to the Effigy Mounds. The Effigy Mounds are up on the cliffs overlooking the Yellow and Mississippi Rivers. A fairly strenuous trail, the first six tenths ascents up to the cliff overlook in a zig zag, not quite switchback fashion. Once at the top the view is breathtaking, Praire du Chein and the Mississippi River. One wonders how they managed to carry materials to make the mounds. The mounds were a extraordinary sight to see. Although they cannot be truly appreciated from the ground level, as they appear to just be mounds with no discernible shape.
Hiking through the mound trails deer were running in and out of the trees. Often startling me, as I'm sure I did them.
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