//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.jsI am endeavoring to get my children outside more and when a friend of mine mentioned traveling an hour or so north to visit Prairie State Park I JUMPED on the idea. I have driven through the park on a couple of occasions but never actually stopped or hiked around. Upon arrival we stopped at the Nature Center which was really interactive and pretty neat. We could have spent more time reading and learning about the prairie and bison but we were ready to eat some lunch and *hunt* some bison. Many of the bison were corralled for yearly health check ups. We saw one lone bison on the prairie and stirred up a few elk on our hike but the prairie itself did not disappoint.
I was amazed at beauty and diversity of the prairie. The park ranger shared how every season brings a new allurement to the prairie. We may have to venture back every season to see God’s handiwork on display. As we hiked along the Gayfeather Trail I could not help but consider what life must have been like for the pioneers who came to “tame” the land. I gained a new understanding of what is meant by the “rolling prairie” as what I once saw a few steps before vanished in the blink of an eye. As we crested one of the highest ridges of the park my mind was ushered to a previous century where smoked, from the near by indian village, lined the horizon and the wagon train left a well worn path and unmarked grave stones in it’s wake. My soul ached at the thought of the beauty of what once was and in a sense of what has been lost. I was quickly comforted by the sounds of my children and their friends enjoying the prairie, tramping through the vastness of the tall grass and witnessing the diversity of the creator and His wonderful works.