The mountains that surround the lake were covered in a crazy quilt of vibrant color.
In addition to its beauty, a remarkable feature of Lens Lake is the amount of floating bog mat that covers its waters. These bog mats are like vast meadows composed of Sphagnum Moss, with acres of Cottongrass blowing in the breeze, each cottony tuft bobbing and swaying as if to a music it alone could hear.
The Sphagnum grows in multiple shades of gold and red, as colorful as any Persian carpet.
Here, a patch of golden moss was "peopled" by baby Northern Pitcher Plants of a deep, rich scarlet .
This quartet of orange mushrooms had sprung from a solid carpet of red moss.
I've been paddling on Lens Lake every year since 2011, and each year I have to find a different route to reach the far end of the lake, since the bog mats are not grounded and slowly move into new positions every year. When I reached a place where my passage was blocked unless I took a wide detour, I decided to head back toward my launch site and explore some quiet backwaters near where I'd put in.
Here in these quiet bays, the water is very shallow, with many old tree stumps and fallen logs serving as nursery beds for abundant numbers of beautiful plants.
The tree that produced this ancient stump must surely have been a giant!
Another old stump was now overgrown with Leatherleaf shrubs, Large Cranberry vines, and one magnificent Northern Pitcher Plant.
This fallen log was now home to a multi-colored garden of Large Cranberry, Marsh St. Johnswort, Northern Pitcher Plants, some Red Maple saplings, a few Leatherleaf shrubs and one juvenile White Pine. (I think there's a little Spotted Alder in there, too.)
The cranberries that grew on this log were covered with a bloom that turned the brilliant red berries a distinctive shade of purple.
A few shrubs of Labrador Tea have found their niche among the general thickets of Leatherleaf, Sweet Gale, and Sheep Laurel that populate the shores of Lens Lake. And this time of year, the Labrador Tea produces terminal buds of the prettiest pink. Tucked inside these scaled buds are clusters of flowers, safely protected from winter's cold until spring's warmth beckons them into bloom.
Tall White Pines reach for the sky along the shore, with thickets of now-scarlet blueberry bushes clustered at their feet.
The ride back home continued to delight me with scenes like this, from Roaring Brook Road as it descends toward the village of Stony Creek.
And I also had to stop to admire the beauty of this historic bow bridge where it crosses the turbulent Sacandaga River at Hadley, near where the Sacandaga joins the Hudson River at Lake Luzerne.