What remains is fascinating. You can see in the top photo the bones of long drowned trees that have been underwater for years. On the right is the slope of the existing dam, thick with tag alders and grasses that help to hold and stabilize it. Slicing through the fledgling meadow are several streams, many following the canals the beavers have built over the years to help them move larger logs. As these beaver meadows dry up they will provide habitat to deer, or moose, rabbits and squirrels, mice and hawks, frogs and herons and a entire cast of creatures that rely on the cycle of the beaver's dams.
This photo catches the water in motion, flowing toward the hole in the dam, reflecting the trees on the far bank. Not the kind of trees a beaver can eat...
We hiked on down, beyond the dams, to the Oxtongue River. Here the currents are running strong and fast, and this chunk of foam (natural, not created by detergents) had floated all the way down from the Falls. The flecks of foam helped show up the swirl of the currents.
This lichen is known as "old man's beard", for fairly obvious reasons. You need to get up close and personal to truly appreciate it. And this is a good time of year to do just that.
These red pines were planted by my parents, Paul and Rosemary. They have been thinned over the years to allow them to grow tall and straight. It's like walking through a cathedral, with the soft needles forming a silent cushion underfoot and the pines soaring higher and higher.