It was hot, I got soaked. Got "misplaced".
I had fun.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Confessions of a bog walker
I spent yesterday walking in a bog. It's an old bog, completely filled in, thick mat of sphagnum moss, and a tangle of leatherleaf,Labrador tea, and rhodora. All in search of butterflies. Upon spotting one across on the other side, I would, well you can't run,it's like running over semi frozen jello, with a million tripping hazards and ice water. So I would just walk over, way too late to even see the butterfly. Once I got lucky and a mourning cloak flew to me.
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Bog monster?
I must have been a sight, crazy man running around a bog.
Bogs are amazing ecosystems. I have never gotten to see butterflies in the boreal bogs of Maine. I've seen bog coppers on Cape Cod and in southern Ontario. I dream of seeing bog elfins, bog fritillaries and jutta arctics some day.
I think it's a bit early for most of the bog butterflies here. But all the ones you mention should be in my bog. A couple weeks from now, the rhodora will be in bloom, and it should pick up fast.
A couple of weeks from now, I should be in Maine. I'll have to think about heading out to Colby's bog while I'm up there.
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