"I want to go to the fen today!" said The Bug. "Um...you do know it snowed again last night," said I. "I know, but I want to see what it looks like in winter. It's on my 50 by 50 list!" And so off we went...to a fen...in Ohio...in mid-January. And it was amazing!
The Bugly, our vintage Pontiac Aztek, is great for Sunday rambles
Ah, the Intrepid Explorer, impatient to see the fen
There are lots of fallen trees in the fen...this one made a snow dog!
I think they are the result of a combination of beaver girdling, which kills overstory trees to allow new growth, on which beaver feed, etc., and damage by Emerald Ash Borers
Beaver Creek, on the fen's eastern border
A partially frozen run...fens have runs that drain water from them, unlike bogs
Here is the upper part of the run
Runs typically are fed by springs, so they do not easily freeze over, unlike stagnant water
I was infatuated with reflections on Beaver Creek
And snow on fallen timber
And water in its various forms
Ah, THERE she is!
The Shadow of The Bug
No stopping to rest today!
We pulled up short, unsure of the footing on this section of the trail
We normally walk out to the observation gazebo and on to the raised platform, but walking in snow had tuckered us out
Also, the wind had picked up a bit
As evidenced by this puffy little Swamp Sparrow!
The sights were amazing!
If a bit frosty
Me...without a hat. I would regret that by the end of our hike! My wife makes hats, you know...and scarves. I had a cap in the Bugly. Next time maybe I'll remember to put it on? We'll see...