Bogs are part of our family lore. When I was about six years old, mydad told us about the Ponkapoag Bog. He told me that his class went on a field trip to this Massachusetts bog. They walked out into it on boardwalks and saw all sorts of interesting plants. So he took our family there. We walked andwalked and walked. It seemed like forever. Dad kept talking about what a great place it was when you got there, aboardwalk going all the way out into the middle of the bog so that you could see all the different plants and animals.Finally, with our hopes high, we reached our destination. Blocking the path was a rusty chain. The boardwalks had rottedand fallen into the bog. For a six year old, this was a great disappointment. I think my dad was disappointed, too. Fromthen on, whenever my parents suggested a walk or a hike, my sister and I would cry out, "It's not another bog walk, is it?"

Now I live about a mile from another bog. The first time I visited theLee Hill Bog was on a Science Club walk. We proceeded into the bog, not very cautiously (like most eight year olds). I was most certainly not watching where I was going because I stepped into a particularly muddy place and began to sink. I thought I was about to be sucked under, but I'm told I didn't even get up to my knees. I did not look fondly on bogs fora while.

I have walked past the bog many times since then. I must have ignored it until this fall, when I walked down the shortrocky path behind the Lee Library. The leaves scattered before me. The ones overhead were bursting red, orange, yellow,and brown. The sphagnum moss was a deep red, only slightly greenish in the center of each mat. The dew was stillsparkling on the tips of the cotton grass, making each stalk look like a fluffy fairy wand.

September 27, 2000, 10 am I walk out into the Lee Hill Bog. The leaves have all turned and the cotton grass has gone to seed. I can hear the songs of migrating birds: phoebes, white-throated sparrows, towhees, catbirds, chipping sparrows. I push through the under brush, looking for pitcher plants. I find some. Each clump is a different color: some are a deep, shiny red, someare a bright green, and others are bright green but with a network of veins that look as if they are carrying blood. I split one open and find at the bottom all the plant's recent victims. Some of the insects are simply a dark mush, butothers are barely damaged. On one tiny fly I can see those tiny emerald eyes staring at me, sparkling in the sunlight.

In another clump, the pitchers are all split open, but they are still in the ground. Then I see the clumps of ice on themoss below them, each one an exact mold of the pitcher it had been in. The water inside must have frozen, expanding, but the pitchers had refused to reshape themselves for the ice, and it had split them.It really was amazing. I made up my mind then that I would find out more about this mysterious place.

I wrote a letter to a local naturalist asking about the Lee Hill Bog. As a biologist working for the USDA soil conservation department for 30 years and as a longtime member of the Lee Town Conservation Commission, Mr. David Allan had acquired a lot of knowledge about the Lee Hill Bog, now owned by the town of Lee. In fact, Mr. Allan worked hard tohave the town preserve the Lee Hill Bog as public land.

My mom and I met with Mr. Allan on Saturday, November 18, 2000. It was a cold, bright morning. The sun was darting in and out of the clouds. Mr. Allan told us that the Lee Hill Bog probably began forming around 10,000 years ago when the glaciers from the last ice age began retreating from this area. Bogs usually start as ponds with very poor drainage. The soil left by the glaciers here is gravelly and erodes along with the soil down into the low pond. Little by little, theweeds and brush start to grow around the edges of the pond where it is beginning to fill in. When this vegetation dies,it decomposes and turns to peat. The peat, as well as the gravelly soil, makes a spongy bedding that allows sphagnummoss and other bog-dwelling plants to grow. After thousands of years, the pond is filled in by peat. Then trees and shrubs such as blueberries and bog rosemary start to grow. The brush and small trees gradually fill the bog.

We took a short walk into the bog, with Mr. Allan talking about different plants that live in bogs.

November 18, 2000, 11 am

The trees are bare now. The pitcher plants are tinged brown and filled with ice. Every so often I hear a lonely bird'scall. Each note seems to say, "Winter's coming." Mr. Allan brought some examples of plants from his own homemade bog. He gave me the samples to take home, dissect, and study. Mr. Allan's theory of bog formation agrees with the encyclopedia articles I have read. However, an article I found inthe April 1991 Discover argues with this theory. The author, Lee Klinger, thinks that bogs actually form from sphagnummoss gradually taking over and turning the soil so acidic that no other plants can easily survive. Because the soil isso acidic, the dead moss does not decompose; it simply builds up, forming peat. This peat absorbs so much water, theentire area becomes waterlogged and soggy. After thousands of years it becomes a bog, and all the trees start to dieoff. Then bog plants start to move in.

The pitcher plants in the bogs continually grabbed my attention. Theyhave tall "pitchers" that are about six inches high when full-grown. These pitchers are actually leaves that the planthas modified. Usually there are about 10 pitchers in one plant, although I counted 59 in one. They range in color fromdeep red, to pale green, to bright green with blood-red veins, to a dull brown when they pass their prime. In thesummer, the plant flowers. The tall (around 12-inch) stalks hold dark yellow or purple blossoms. In the fall, the flowerbecomes a round, five-lobed seedpod with a small "umbrella" on the top.

Pitcher plants are insectivores. The plant attracts insects using its color and scent. The insects fall into the pitcherand drown in the water collected there. The plant then digests the insects and uses them for nutrients.

Bogs are so acidic that for plants it is as if they are trying to livein a pond full of orange juice. Mr. Allan pointed out that the harsh conditions in bogs change the appearances of manyof these plants. The poor soil, for example, makes a big difference in black spruce. A 70-year-old black spruce out of abog could reach more than 15 feet, but in a bog, the same tree would be only about three feet tall. Mr. Allan told meabout two other local ponds that might interest me. He said that they represented what the Lee Hill Bog would have looked like at earlier stages of development.

The first one was a place called Spruce Hole Pond. It is what is also called a "kettle hole." Mr. Allan said that when I looked at it, I could imagine what the Lee Hill Bog might have looked like about 1,000 years ago.

It was a cold, windy day when we set out; the sky was blanketed by steely gray clouds. We walked down the narrow,winding, and very rocky paths for about a quarter-mile. Spruce Hole lay before us. It was not nearly as big as the LeeHill bog, but it looked much wilder. A steep drop surrounded the kettle hole, putting it at the bottom of a deep valley. This was probably a factor in the development of the bog because it would have made the drainage very poor. The brushhad filled in almost the entire pond. There was a space about 25 feet by 35 feet where you could see open water. It wasfrozen over and the ice had formed beautiful patterns. As I walked, I listened to the sound of ice crystals in thewaterlogged sphagnum moss crunch under my feet. I moved over to a small huddle of trees.

Making my way through the shrubs, I found a bird's nest left from thepast spring. It was perched on a small blackberry bush and it sat there, abandoned. There was what seemed to be anendless amount of blueberry bushes and other brushy plants, each one more determined than the last to not allow me towalk by them. I turned around, defeated by the wall of shrubs. I walked down to the other end of the pond. It wasclearer, and I could move easily over the frozen ground. The ground was much less firm here than in the Lee Hill Bog. Itsank under my feet, and the closer I went to open water, the more I sank. This is probably because the pond is notentirely filled with peat, as is Lee Hill Bog.

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As I walk I imagine what Spruce Hole Pond will look like in thousands of years. Will it be completely filled in withpeat, a real bog? Will there be more trees? Will it even still be here, or will it be drained, with a large house on theedge of the hill? Maybe there will be someone standing just where I am, imagining what Spruce Hole would have lookedlike a long time ago, in the year 2000.

Later that day we went to look at another pond called Winkley Pond. Mr. Allan had suggested looking at this pond, too.He had told me that the Lee Hill Bog would have looked something like Winkley Pond about 5,000 years ago. UnlikeSpruce Hole, there was no ice on the pond and the water lapped gently at the shore. It was at a much earlier stage ofbog formation. It could have been that this pond had simply started to turn into a bog later, or it could have been thatthe people who lived on the pond might have cut back the growth to keep their swimming docks free of brush. The shrubswere still sneaking in slightly around the edges.

November 30, 2000, 10:45 am

  The first thing I notice that makes Winkley Pond so different from Spruce Hole and the Lee Hill Bog is how much openwater there is in it. The second thing that strikes me is how much humans have shown their presence. Houses dot theshoreline, and there are fishing wire and plastic bags on the beach. If you do not look down at the litter, the pond isreally pretty. The clouds in the sky have rolled back to reveal a bright sun that makes the pond look glassy and unreal.It is very hard to imagine the Lee Hill Bog ever having open water like this, even 5,000 years ago.I think after visiting three different sites, all at different stages of bog formation, and spending time simply sittingand admiring pitcher plants, listening to the songs of migrating birds, walking over carpets of moss, and gazing up attrees exploding with color, I now know bogs better. Even though many of my original questions have been answered, morequestions have replaced them. So I think that even though I have learned so much, bogs are, in my mind, still mysteriousand fascinating places.

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