This afternoon we passed (passed is a key word... not skirted or crossed the dam or waded) this truly lovely beaver pond.
The beaver pond earlier in the day was more of a challenge. Bill contemplates this pond, and he's standing in the opening where the trail used to go. Yes, right into the water.
The Peter Wolfe Chapter folks had flagged a good reroute around it, but it was a big pond, and the reroute was longish and wet. Here's the pond above the dam.
We thought we were going to have an easy 9 miles today because it wasn't very hilly. Ha! There were more than these two beaver ponds. There was a lot of lowland area with cedar swamps and difficult footing. We finally managed to pick up some speed on the final four miles which were more upland terrain through deciduous trees.
The Peter Wolfe Chapter had built some welcome puncheon in key areas that would have been awful to get across.
However, the day was nicely cool and dry. There were some fern fields in the morning, but we only got damp, not soaked. Well, until navigating mud pools around the beaver ponds. The mosquitoes were hungry. We were prepared.
One treat of the afternoon was finding a handsome dragonfly that held still for a picture. It's not a colorful one, but it is one I did not have a picture of. I think it's an American Emerald.
Miles today: 9.0. Total miles so far: 4769.4.
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3 comments:
That can't be a welcome sight seeing the trail go right through that water.
Charlee: "I had no idea dragonflies could be fuzzy! I bet it would tickle my nose when I caught it and ate it!"
Ann- fortunately we saw the blue flagging tape for the route around at just about the same time.
Charlee- I know! They are mostly shiny and buzzy and crunchy. But this one is fuzzy
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