Our first GPS session at the Bass Ponds provided an epic trek thru the Minnesota jungles surrounding the Watercress Creek. Lush and exotic looking flora abounded. The bugs were good. The Garlic Mustard was insubstantial, on our side of the creek at least. Redstarts chirped and flanked us like dolphins off a boats bow. It was a day I will not soon forget.
Oh, the Trillium. What a perfect name.
The Bellflower was deafening.
This is a poor image, but check out the "runners" sprouting vertically off of this downed and "dead" willow trunk. Talk about a will to live.
Indiana and his son making the dangerous creek crossing right before the snapping alligator was flattened by the giant concrete ball.