At Brown’s Bog, I experienced two different nature sites. Or so it seemed. The short stroll across the boardwalk opened me up to a hidden cove of history. The bog itself was very small and I was taken by surprise at first by how the majority of the opening was dominated by plant life.
During the walk to the bog, noticed the changes in the boardwalk. Maybe halfway to the bog, the makeup of the boardwalk shifted to lighter brown new wood. When I began to take notice of this, I saw on the right edge of the boardwalk there were some pieces of wood scattered on the forest floor. I was immediately brought back to the feelings I experienced at Johnson’s woods. But I remembered our class conversations on my previous blog entry and pushed my feelings of unnaturalness aside, leaving myself open to experience.
On the second part of our sojourn, I had to remember that I was at a place called Brown’s Bog. As soon as the ground stopped feeling rubbery and the incline started to become slightly cumbersome, my setting completely changing from standing on the boardwalk in the warm sun.
While the changes in scenery and physical condition perpetually shifted my perspective, one lens of focus remained the entire time. I had issues escaping into nature on this excursion. While we stood on the boardwalk by the bog, every so often I would hear the call of a rooster. This was an immediate reminder of why the bog had a top layer of algae bloom and why the forest continues to close in on the bog.
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