We journeyed north this past weekend. Beyond the Penobscot River. Beyond Passadumkeag ridge and almost to the land of the Passamaquoddy. The fall season is in full bloom, or not.

The drought conditions around the local woods is severe for the small ponds, bogs, and streams. The streams feeding and draining the nearby bogs are not just low, they are absolutely dry. Here is a small beaver out in the far bog, immersed in duck weed that lies in the lowest water level seen in thirty years. It is similarly amazing that the foliage in the bog and the surrounding woods has been thick and brilliantly green all summer.