Bog #2:
Having used a few rolls of films at
the first bog, I found my way back to my luxury car and navigated
to site #2. This place was much easier to find--it was almost
next to the road, and the only challenge was finding a passage
through the dense wall of woody vegetation separating me from the open
bog. After several false starts I found a low tunnel through the
leaves and branches, augmented by deep mud-filled pits. Great...
I edged around all but one of the mud pits without incident.
Ah, but the one that got me was a FINE mud pit--up to my inseam
(and then some) in COLD water and chocolate
mousse! That frigid plunge pulled a very high-pitched squeak out of
the back of my throat. By the time I pulled myself out of the
mud hole, I looked like one of the wretched peasants from Monty
Python's "Holy Grail"--a sodden, mucky mess.
In time I reached the open bog field. Like the
previous
site, this location consisted of a lake fringed by a mat of
floating Sphagnum. Trees and shrubs grew beyond the plain of
Sphagnum. This photograph shows the grassy
Sphagnum mat and distant trees.
Q: Why do I call this field trip report,
"Being Stupid in Ontario"?
Hint: Did you
notice I haven't mentioned my travelling companions?
A: I was being stupid because I was travelling alone.
This is really stupid. Do not do this yourself. Travel to bogs in
pairs.
