Monday, July 22, 2024

Paddling an Adirondack Jewelchest

Setting out to explore the shoreline and bogmats at Lens Lake in the Adirondacks this week, I enjoyed this calming view, soothed by the cool colors of blue sky, blue water, and thickly forested green mountainsides.

But only a few pulls of my paddle sent me easing closely along the lush banks, where fallen logs were carpeted by vividly colored masses of ruby-red Round-leaved Sundew, each leaf set a-sparkle by droplets of insect-enticing fluid. This was just the first example today of the jewel-bright colors to be found on this lake that I think of as an "Adirondack Jewelchest."




Sprightly stalks of Spatulate-leaved Sundew occupied other fallen logs and were equally red and equally sparkling with diamond-drops.




I was disappointed not to find the shoreline shrubs of Sheep Laurel and Labrador Tea in bloom this visit, the previous weeks' sweltering heat having urged them into blooming weeks earlier than normal.  But abundant female shrubs of Mountain Holly were at their peak of colorful beauty, branches laden with bright-red berries.



The fruits of Mountain Holly are colored the most saturated red of any other fruit I'm aware of.




Tucked in beneath Sweet Gale and Lowbush Blueberry shrubs, this clump of Pitcher Plants was colored a remarkable lime green, both its pitcher-shaped leaves and bulbous flowers. I wondered if their presence here in a deeply shaded cove accounted for this cooler color, so different from the brighter reds and oranges and yellows these plants achieve out on the sun-baked bog mats that dot this lake.




I pushed my canoe through the shallow waters of this shady cove so that I could more closely admire this pretty clump of White Beaksedge.




And by peering among the thick shoreline foliage, I discovered a number of Green Wood Orchids poking up from mats of golden Sphagnum.



I next set out to join my friends Sue and Ruth as we threaded our way through the narrow channels that separate the many large bog mats that are a remarkable feature of this mountain-ringed lake.




I am always awed by the vivid colors of these bog mats, carpeted with both ruby-red and golden-yellow Sphagnum Moss and studded with other colorful flowering plants.




Out here where the sunlight is not impeded from reaching the mats, the Pitcher Plant leaves can acquire a deep shade of garnet red. 




Large clusters of Horned Bladderwort raise their bright-yellow blooms on slender stems.




Here's a closer look at those Horned Bladderwort flowers, sharing their Sphagnum-covered hummock with a variety of other bog- and fen-loving plants: an underlying mat of Spatulate Sundew, a few pinkish-leaved stalks of Marsh St. John's Wort, the small white stars of White Beaksedge, and the nearly invisible tiny flowerheads of Yellow-eyed Grass.



Here's a clearer look at the three-parted flowers of Yellow-eyed Grass emerging from their basal clusters of toothpick-fine leaves.




Tawny puffs of Cottongrass swayed in the breeze, rising on slender stems atop a hummock richly colored with red and gold sphagnum.



Here's a closer look at the fluffy tufts that indicate where the name Cottongrass must have come from.



We did not stay late enough in the afternoon to witness these small pink buds of Marsh St. John's Wort open into pink-satin flowers, but the purple-edged leaves and raspberry-red stalks offered some colorful beauty of their own. It has been my experience that it's futile to look for the open flowers much before 3 in the afternoon.  The deep-purple blooms in the background here are the flowerheads of Pickerelweed.




Here was another species of St. John's Wort, and I could not decide if this was Dwarf St. John's or Canada St. John's.  Sue took photos she later shared on iNaturalist, where the consensus seemed to be that this was neither of those species, but rather the one called Northern St. John's Wort (Hypericum boreale). I wasn't quite convinced, but maybe so, or maybe it's a hybrid.  This was not a common wildflower populating every bogmat, but just three or fours flowering stems at one location.





At least we had no doubts that these pale-yellow orbs blushed with pink were the unripe fruit of the ubiquitous cranberry vines sprawling everywhere across the sphagnum.  But was this a Large Cranberry or a Small Cranberry? Both species occur at this location.




More Spatulate Sundew and White Beaksedge decorate this hummock, across which also sprawled the snaky stems of Bog Lycopodium.




There are many interesting aquatic plants at Lens Lake, but the one that captured my attention today was this one, called Water Bulrush (Schoenoplectus subterminalis) or Flowing Bulrush, for the way its long hair-fine leaves do sway and flow with the current. Before I knew any of these names and because of the way it looked as it flowed, I had my own personal name for it, Mermaid's Hair.



This Flowing Bulrush also has a fascinating flowering stalk, a needle-fine vertical stalk protruding straight up from the water, with an inflorescence of tiny white curls that wrap the stem at a location midway along the stalk, not at the very end.  I bet this is how this bulrush acquired the specific name "subterminalis."




Of course, many Fragrant Waterlilies decorated the surface of the lake.  These flowers have an interesting biology, in that we almost never see one that is not perfectly fresh and beautiful.  As soon as the flower is pollinated, its retractable stem pulls the flower underwater to "plant" its fertilized ovary down in the mud. I hope this newly emerged damselfly (see its shed nymph skin below it) can manage to fly away before that happens to its Water Lily perch! Its mature colors won't emerge for a while, so I could not venture an ID as to species at this stage of its development.




Lots and lots of small white moths filled the air around us like snowflakes as we paddled through waterlily leaves, and damselflies and dragonflies wafted everywhere.  Few of the insects sat still enough for their portraits, but here was a male Frosted Whiteface Dragonfly.  He seemed like a real friendly guy, posing for photo after photo I took of him. 



Friday, July 19, 2024

A Vividly Brilliantly Colorful "PALE" Plant

While paddling the Hudson River this past week, I was delighted to see the shiny, vividly red seed pods of Pale St. John's Wort (Hypericum ellipticum), one more stage of colorful beauty for this native wetland wildflower. 



Just a couple of weeks ago, every stretch of shallow river shoreline was filled with masses of this lovely bright-yellow flower that sometimes grows right out into the water.  




Before they open into yellow blooms, the buds of Pale St. John's Wort are colored a vivid orange.


 How oddly misnamed, calling it a "pale" species,  this Pale St. John's Wort, with its bright orange flower buds, its brilliant yellow blooms, and finally its ruby-red seedpods. There's nothing pale about this flower at all!

I often think, how much beauty I would miss if I didn't have my little lightweight solo canoe that allows me to mosey close along the Hudson River shoreline.

Wednesday, July 17, 2024

Cool, Clear, Water!

Never in all my 82 summers have I suffered through so many sweltering days -- and nights! -- in a row! This muggy discomfort has sure put a damper on my desire to go outdoors. Or at least, to go out on foot.  Paddling along shady riverbanks offers a cooler option, so paddling on the Hudson River has been my outing of choice this month.  I've always preferred to amble along close to the shady shore, anyway, and if even that exertion raises too much of a sweat in this heat, I can always splash water on my back or dangle my arms up to my elbows in the cool clear water. Here are some photos from two such paddles, taken a week apart, while exploring two different sections of the catchment between the Spier Falls and Sherman Island dams.

The earlier paddle, on July 7, found me entering the Hudson where it flows behind a large island just upstream from the Sherman Island Dam. To access this section, I carry my canoe down a steep wooded bank to put in where deep green shade offers at least an illusion of coolness.


A row of rocky promontories jut into the water here, and a series of quiet coves offer mirror-still water, even if wind is whipping up whitecaps out on the open river. From the back of this cove, I can see West Mountain climbing beyond the far shore of the river.


In past summers, I have found Smaller Purple Fringed Orchids near here, and sure enough, I spied one! Still in bud, it was, but enough of its florets were open for me to confirm its species.




It won't be long before this stretch of riverbank offers a riot of color from a glorious mix of wildflowers.  The most brilliant of those wildflowers, the Cardinal Flower, has already begun to open some of its scarlet blooms.  And I can glimpse the yellow of Fringed Loosestrife and the blue of Monkey Flower sharing the space already.



Just a week or so earlier, the shoreline was rimmed with masses of yellow-flowered Pale St. John's Worts, which by now have dropped their petals and gone to seed.  But WOW!  Those vivid red seedpods are just as colorful as the yellow blooms ever were.




At the back of one of the coves, the water extends into a tussock marsh, where masses of Pickerelweed lift their deep-purple spikes. If I sat still long enough to not ripple the water, the beauty of this Pickerelweed patch became amplified in near-perfect reflection.



As I drifted near the overhanging boughs of this Buttonbush shrub, I was dismayed that my approach  frightened away several butterflies sipping nectar from the florets.

Luckily, my camera's zoom did capture an almost-clear image of one Tiger Swallowtail:



Another section of this stretch of the Hudson is remarkable for steep bedrock banks, and even here, floral beauty finds a niche to display itself. I have always been amazed by how Golden Hedge Hyssop can populate a mere crack in a riverside rock and fill it with bright-yellow bloom.



These steep bedrock banks offer some intriguing niches where I can nose my canoe in close, there to examine the ferns and mosses and lichens and liverworts that have taken up residence on the craggy boulders.


A nice fluffy patch of Bartramia pomiformus moss has crowned this lichen-crusted crack, while a species of liverwort (Scapania sp.?) looks as if it might be trying to join the moss up there.



Here's a nicely sunlit clump of that fine-leaved moss, revealing the orb-shaped spore capsules that suggested both its scientific specific and its vernacular name, Apple Moss.


As I paddled back to my put-in place, I noticed a raft of tiny critters scooting and hopping across the surface of the river.


A closer look at the critters revealed a white-spotted black species of small water striders (species unknown).  Perhaps these are nymphs and not adults, but I've read that the nymphs of water striders  tend to look like the adults, just smaller.  None of my queries have provided me any answer as to what this species might be.  And this is about the clearest photo I'm likely to get, of a wee little bug in constant and speedy and very erratic motion.







About a week later, on July 15 (another scorcher!), I returned to paddle this Hudson River section closer to the Spier Falls Dam.  Access to the water is made easy here, thanks to a well-maintained boat-launch site, so I didn't have to work up a sweat toting my boat up and down a steep hill, as I'd done the week before. I love the view from this shore, of forested mountains that fall directly to the water's edge, with no houses or docks or other visible evidence that any humans have ever passed this way. (Of course, there are hydroelectric dams both up- and downstream from here, but neither is visible from this point along the shore.)


In past years, I've found a small group of Purple Fringed Orchids along these shores, and it didn't take too many pulls of my paddle before I caught sight of some purple flowers rising above the riverbank grasses.


Oh yes!  A Smaller Purple Fringed Orchid, in gorgeous bloom!  And twice as many plants than in years past. This was an especially happy find, since this year many flowers I normally look for did not show up at all.  



I found other flowers along this stretch, too.  The most abundant were many plants of our native wildflower called Spotted St. John's Wort, most of them growing right at the water's edge.


Common Arrowhead grows right IN shallow water, and this big patch bore a number of bright-white blooms.  I rarely see an Arrowhead flower that is not hosting small black flies, and the flies were certainly evident today.


This plant with its delicate lacy blooms is nice to look at, but don't ever mistake it for parsley or carrots or any other edible member of the Parsley Family. For this is Water Hemlock, a deadly poisonous plant to consume, related to the hemlock potion that Socrates was made to consume to commit suicide. But it's not poisonous to the touch, and many insects seem to be able to dine on its pollen or nectar. And since it was nearly hidden in a thicket with no trail near, it's not likely to be encountered casually.





After prowling the banks close to the boat-launch site, I next paddled across the wide river to visit a group of small islands not far offshore.


A lovely patch of Horned Bladderwort was decorating a shallow-water area between two of the islands.


The small frothy heads of Pipewort bloomed nearby, in soil that was nearly as wet. As the water here rises and falls according to dam operations both upstream and downstream, this plant will easily tolerate temporary inundation, its flowers happily blooming away underwater.  (Same goes for the flowers of Golden Hedge Hyssop, one yellow bloom of which has made it into this photo.)


As I made my way around the largest of the three islands, my shoreline progress was interrupted by a tree that had fallen into the water.


A long vine of Virginia Creeper had crept up the tree trunk while the tree was standing, and its now-watery horizontal location allowed me an up-close view of how colorful its ripening berries were.


Of course, I did not take this photo of myself cooling off in the cool clear water of the river. A friend took this picture with my camera some years ago and near this same little island.  And she could have taken a very similar photo of me again today.  Aah, but this felt terrific!