
There is an island of woodland magnificence squeezed by 20th century suburban growth. Clues to its history linger in the landscape, and a couple of vibrant streams cascade through the soaring Poplars…each slowly reclaiming the health and diversity they once new, but still bearing the scars of open fields, agriculture, and storm water run-off.
Now there are meadows of May Apple and Jack-n-the-Pulpit along the streams, groves of spicebush, and a forest of Hickory, Oak, Beech, and Poplar. Children of all ages echo through the forests as there’s a high school athletic field along its Northern margin and a vibrant park to the East.

The day was cool, and the wind had a bite to it, so we were all a bit nervous about diving into that heavily shaded stream. That wore off, and so did the numb feet.
Immediately we encountered a pool of water with fish in it, and a good riffle. Leaning out over the spot was a tree that has had the soil beneath ripped away by floods…the roots 3/4 exposed. I wonder how much longer before this swiftly migrating stream totally undercuts this tree?

We took a small fine-meshed aquatic net into the riffle below the pool…using aquatic maroinvertebrate sampling techniques, we sampled for critters. This involves holding the net in the stream sediment while someone upstream jostles the sand, pebbles, and wipes off rocks. The sampling lasted about 20 seconds. We came up with a crane fly larvae, a salamander larvae, a crayfish, and a few scuds. By that time, 5 of the seven kids were off and running ahead on the trail. So, ahead we marched….through meadows of may apples. What a beautiful day.

As the chaotic and improvisational flow of humans ran upstream, climbing muddy banks, balancing on downed trees, …the time approached to corral the group out of the creek and back to the trail. Our momentum up to the trail carried us through may apples and christmas ferns and across and beyond the trail! 3- 6 year olds were leading the way, after all! We continued up into the woods of strange trash, long logs and ever-present Beech trees.




Back to the trail. We raced ahead for the final stretch before The Bridge. This was our turn-around point…with 5 o’clock nearing.

On our rapid return, the realization of how complex this landscape is settled in. Reading the landscape gives you different interpretations at a fast pace. Most of those downed trees in the woods were pine! There, on the ground, was a prior forest…one that looked totally different…a parent to the present forest…the nursery for all these oaks, poplars, and hickories! Those pines served there purpose in the natural successional progression of forest regrowth…and the fungi continue to break them down into something that could one day support a forest that is similar to what would have been here four hundred years ago (only 500 years to go!).
We’ll all be revisiting this magical place, for generations to come!