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Make One Last Escape to Yellow River State Forest This Fall

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From the September/October 2008 issue of Iowa Outdoors magazine

Take it as a sign when you hit Gunder: Things might get a little woolly on your grown-ups-only escape before the holidays hit.

Fishing, hiking and cabin-lounging in far northeast Iowa seem innocent enough, and so does Gunder—the town looks as if God tossed out a couple Monopoly game houses along County Road B60. But it’s a low-slung commercial building hung with the sign “Irish Shanti” that you want to watch for. This is the beginning of your last gasp of carefree fun before you’re drifted in by decked halls, granny’s hotdish, and more candy-cane-shaped cookies than any human should eat.

Irish Shanti owner Kevin Walsh will probably greet you at the door, and any seasoned traveler will tell you that owner-operated is a good sign. True here, where the ginormous Gunderburger steals the show, and the show might just be Iowa blues favorite Joe Price onstage. With the house rocking and a stunning array of beers on tap (“The best Guinness in Gunder,” brags Walsh from under his floppy fisherman’s hat), you’re about to check your turkey-roasting, gift-shopping, sibling-fight-neutralizing responsible self at the door and just relax, old school.

“What happens in Gunder, stays in Gunder,” says Walsh, whose day job as a hospice nurse means he knows how to take care of people, and urge them to live a little. “Around here, your only job is to have a good time.”

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Walsh should be hired as the welcome wagon for northeast Iowa. As you drive past the final bits of flat farmland past Gunder, the landscape becomes increasingly shaggy. This is Iowa’s driftless area, a complete change from the tame, deep soils across the rest of the state. The last glacier missed this chunk of Iowa, and so the dramatic elevations and limestone outcroppings weren’t ground down. A mix of forest covers the region—the fall colors are stunning.

Far northeast Iowa has been largely left alone by development, and as a result it’s teeming with life.
The Mississippi Flyway hosts all manner of birds during migration, including pelicans in fall and pileated woodpeckers year round. It’s a mushroom hunter’s paradise, and cool weather brings shaggy manes and chanterelles.

A person could hike forever in the remote glory of Yellow River State Forest, with a 25-mile trail system and free backcountry campsites. And it’s your pre-vacation vacation, so you really should.

Jack McSweeney was the state forester here from 1962 to 1990. If you see his short, thick body lumbering along one of its trails in a red-checked flannel shirt, jeans and beat-up boots, you’re seeing the man who largely put this forest together, section by section, farm plot by steep ravine, to its current 5,000 acres.

“There’s something nice about people coming to the area now,” says McSweeney. “The topography
is the feature that brings people in.” The state hasn’t always understood this draw. For years, officials have tried to carve major tourist attractions from rivers, streams and deep woods. McSweeney remembers back in the ’60s, when officials wanted to build a major golf course or landing strip where the forest is now.

“The basic concept when I was first here was multiple use and recreation,” he says.

He mentions one of the goofier failed ventures—when the state imported Rio Grande turkeys to lure hunters. “Those turkeys eventually just moved on into Wisconsin and Minnesota,” says McSweeney. His friends in neighboring states still thank him for those turkeys, from time to time.

McSweeney just kept doing his job, reclaiming old farm fields and highly erodible property, converting it back to forests. Today, he says the No. 1 activity is pleasure cruising. As people drive, they can see another failed tourism effort themselves—a fire tower mandated by the federal government decades ago, but never used. “It really never was a hell of a good idea,” he says.

As it was then, it is now: The appeal here is the land, and the old-school vibe of northeast Iowa. “There were no rules in Allamakee County. No paved roads,” chuckles McSweeney. There are a few rules these days—aren’t there always rules?—but none of them state you can’t kick back in the woods before the Yuletide season volcano blows.

Drive into Yellow River State Forest, and just like that you’re enfolded in the gnarly, tangled arms of Mother Nature. Park overlooks are the kind of money shots that’ll take your breath away, with cedar trees growing out of sheer rock and pretty little creeks veining the landscape below. 

From way above the forest, you can see the popular horse trails, and Little Paint Creek, where you might
pull out a brown trout for dinner.

Fish stories

Bill Kalishek is the DNR’s regional fish biologist in northeast Iowa, which means he finds out what’s in the water, and pretties it up for the fish. Of course, he’s got to fish a little, too. (Editor’s note: Kalishek has since retired.)

“We try to make it really natural, like we didn’t do anything at all,” he says, a tall and bespectacled Bohemian. Then he laughs. “Of course, then people don’t really know you did anything.”

But you’ll know when you cast a line from the banks of the beautifully groomed creek that runs through Little Paint Campground. The trout are biting well into a carefree crisp cold fall day, as the windscapes bare the limbs of sycamore, hackberry, cottonwood and boxelder trees.

“It’s like coming to a whole different world up here,” says Kalishek.

The best way to hook a trout is to move upstream onshore or in the shallow water. Drift your bait past any rapids—anything from salmon eggs to Power Bait to small spoons, jigs and corn have worked for experienced anglers.

The familiar tug on your line means lunch, and you can spread out around a fire ring in the campground, or clean the fish and head to the Bucks-n-Bulls bar in nearby Harpers Ferry, a red naugahyde joint decorated with moose and deer mounts, and Canada goose decoys rigged up as lights. If you ask Linda behind the bar real nice, she might fry up your fillets if she’s not busy. It’s kind of a backcountry appetizer to the spectacular cheeseburger pizza (with pickles).

And that kind of eating just can’t be beat, Iowa or anywhere.    

Cabin fever

If the camping in Yellow River State Forest is too chilly—because for the last time until New Year’s, it really is all about you this weekend—the nearby Natural Gait resort is your place.

Owners Howard and Donna Bright bought a chunk of land along the Yellow River more than 20 years ago. “For the Woodland people, this was holy land,” Bright says simply, spreading his hands to indicate the forested ridgeline where most of his cabins sit, and the clear trout stream below, where a fishing line looks big as baling wire.

Standing on nearly 400 acres, the resort is horse-friendly, like most of this area, and includes the Brights’ wildflower seed company, the Ion Exchange. The cabins aren’t the light version found in most resorts, either. Their thick timbers, wood-burning stoves and reclaimed lumber and barn pieces are as comfortable as they are beautiful, jutting from a lovely landscape in a way that begs for steaming coffee
on the porch, or a rowdy round of cards at night.

If you stay at their Ion Inn, the original lodging next to the Brights’ house, you can wake up, cross the gravel road and start fishing first thing in the morning.

“A lot of the time, when man comes in, he destroys the very thing he came to see,” Howard Bright says. “That didn’t happen around here.”

A typical fall morning at Natural Gait unfolds atop a high ridge, in a cabin overlooking farmland and streambeds. The sky will turn pink, and then purple, and so on, until a full electric blue illuminates the bright beauty of fall.

This is the kind of day that’ll convince you how important it is to get grounded in the land before you have to entertain all those relatives at Thanksgiving, and then, seemingly minutes later, at Christmas.

Get out there, if only to hunker down in a cabin, its chinks lined by thick rope so the drafts can’t diminish
the efforts of a thick, popping fire in the stove.

Have a good time with your friends. Dip into the treasure chest of nature that Allamakee County offers.

Take home a few trout, and cook them up just for yourself with chanterelles on the side. Eat the whole mess of it by yourself, right before the relatives show up.

Then take a deep breath, and have an old-fashioned Iowa happy holiday.

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