Saturday, November 12, 2011

Late Fall on the Fen



 "Come on in!  The water's fine!"  And Sue was right, the water was fine for a paddle through the Glen Lake Fen today.  Too cold for a swim, of course, but with high water filling channels now clear of frost-killed lily pads, we could paddle way, way back into the fen to parts we could not slog through in high summer.

Who knows how far we could have paddled, if we hadn't run into this beaver dam?  Sure, we could have climbed out and hauled our boats over, but it was just too chilly this morning to risk a possible tumble into that cold, cold water.  So we turned around here, deep into the fen in an area marked by a number of beaver lodges and many beaver-felled trees.  Sue just couldn't stop remarking about what a great turtle habitat this will be, come summer.




I am more grateful than I can say to have a friend who knows how to amble slowly along a boggy shore, poking into the reeds, trying to identify the remnants of summer's flowers, stopping to photograph the odd anomalous aspect, and just generally reveling in the delights of a bright crisp day to glide along on a beautiful waterway before the ice closes in.




We explored the shore of a Tamarack-studded island, noting the presence of such bog-loving plants as this Bog Rosemary, distinctively purple against the brown-grass background.




We found just one Pitcher Plant,  ruby-red in that cold blue water, its single flower still erect and intact.




It was Sue who noticed a whole bank of Bunchberry plants, their leaves the most radiant shades of pinky-purple against a carpet of moss and lichens.




Judging from all the rose hips along the banks, the air must surely have been filled with fragrance in summer.




The remains of Canada Lilies stood out, with their stout pods split open to reveal neatly stacked layers of dark red seeds.  (On second thought, these could be the pods of Blue Flag instead.)




Smooth Sumac is now in its glory, its crimson berry clusters held high against the dun background.  What lovely Christmas decorations they would make, adorning sprays of evergreens!  I wonder how long they keep that gorgeous color.  Do they darken with winter's freeze? 




For part of our journey today, we were accompanied by a soaring Osprey, who wheeled overhead, then flapped away, only to return shortly to settle into a tree and observe our approach.   I sure wish I had a telephoto lens.  I can make out that Osprey at the very center of this photo, only because I know he is there.  Of course, he flew away again as we drew abreast.  A breathtaking sight!


6 comments:

June said...

A friend who enjoys ambling and poking and noticing: Priceless.
I can see the osprey's white head, but I didn't have the patience to wait for the picture to show up enlarged.
The other day as I drove past the rather enlarged creek, something big flew up and over me. Nearly sent me off the road, I was trying so hard to get a good look at it.

Caroline said...

Beautiful picture of the pitcher! Always look forward to your woodswalks to see what you see. Life is in the details sometimes.

Raining Iguanas said...

Thank you for sharing such a fine fall amble.

catharus said...

Looks fantastic! What a great time on the water! And yes, a friend who enjoys ampling, poking, taking time.... priceless!
Thanks!

Ellen Rathbone said...

What wonderful rich colors! Another thing I miss.

Woodswalker said...

Thank you, dear readers, for stopping by to leave your always welcome comments. I truly love sharing my adventures with you.