“I think people who don’t know the woods very well sometimes imagine it as a kind of undifferentiated mass of greenery, an endless continuation of the wall of trees they see lining the road. And I think they wonder how it could hold anyone’s interest for very long, being all so much the same. But in truth I have a list of a hundred places in my own town I haven’t been yet. Quaking bogs to walk on; ponds I’ve never seen in the fall (I’ve seen them in the summer – but that’s a different pond). That list gets longer every year, the more I learn, and doubtless it will grow until the day I die. So many glades; so little time.” ― Bill McKibben, Wandering Home: A Long Walk Across America’s Most Hopeful Landscape: Vermont’s Champlain Valley and New York’s Adirondacks

*

Indeed, the list of places to explore gets longer all the time, and it’s hard to make headway when I insist on revisiting the same places over and over, different months, different seasons, different years, different me.

*

This bog gets a lot of visits; there really is always something new — to see, to hear, to smell, to eat, to feel, to remember, to think, to experience each time. This was what I saw in mid-May this year on one particular day (high temp of 71, low temp of 44).

*

*

Featured image: boardwalks entering bog
This is one in a series of posts revisiting field trips taken from January to June 2019, as described here.