Wetland wanderings.
Among my favorite features along the trail are the wetlands. And there are lots of them. From my house to my 3-mile turnaround I mark my progress by the marshy, boggy, slushy bodies of water thick with reeds and mosses on the right and the left.
From the small ‘spring peeper’ marsh right at the beginning of my walk to the massive 34-acre wetland teeming with ducks, geese, trumpeter swans and countless other swimming, flying, and crawling things 3-miles down the trail, my journey is a bog-lover’s paradise. This rainy June it’s a jungle!
“I loved the dark drop, the trapped sky, the smells of waterweed, fungus, and dank moss”
Seamus Heaney
This spectacular bog is about halfway - and an example of summer beauty without the usual blooms. One of my trail buddies calls it the ‘stinky swamp’ - and it does get odoriferous in late summer - but I think this majestic quagmire of grasses, peat moss, duck week, and dead and decaying trees deserves a better name.
Any ideas?
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