A good example of our nation’s crumbling infrastructure.

Two weeks ago, the bog was still evolving from its winter setting. In the late afternoon walk, we caught the setting sun reflecting on the melting water along the bog edge.

The beaver bog gets ready for another batch of cold air and more lessons in natural chemistry: every phase of water you can think up.

Last week, during one of our routine patrols around the beaver bog; less and less light on each day after work now.

Unpredictable weather sometimes threatens our evening patrols through the woods; apprehension turns to calm if one remembers, “Mother nature made it green, the prettiest place you’ve ever seen ….”
Thank you, Stephen Stills.

This is the late winter, early spring view of the beaver bog from the beaver’s primary dam site. The beavers have departed long ago but their bog lives on.