A burden to my gene pool

Barry Meyers-Rice (barry@as.arizona.edu)
Mon, 19 Jun 1995 10:57:43 -0700


I have no doubt _Sarracenia purpurea_ was originally at the bog---what
I meant is that the two plants I saw seemed like they might have been placed
there (relocated is a better term) for the viewers.

No, I didn't see any fish, but I was astounded by the size of the tadpoles
(polywogs, immature frogs).

You might want to keep an eye on those Utrics at Pike Marsh---for some
reason I was led to believe they were going to be U.minor (maybe I read this
in the floristic work entitled something like, ``Plants of the Chicago
Region''). I was surprised at my _U.intermedia_ verdict.

Broke through the mat at Cedarburg, eh? In my first bogging expedition in
New Jersey, I did some things that were so foolish I shudder to think about
them. Beaver activity had created a deep pond filled with dead, standing
pines. A floating _Sphagnum_ mat now grew amongst these trees. I wanted to
get out to the open water, so I moved through the dead forest by jumping from
the low branches of one crumbling tree to the next---each dead pine swaying
from the impact. A few times I walked from one tree to the next using floating
timber as a bridge. All this wearing hip-waders (which are themselves
treacherous in deep water). It is only by an oversight of the gods that this
foolish mortal walked away from those waters alive.

On that same trip to the Pine Barrens, a local saw me donning my hipwaders
for a mucky walk into a bed of _U.striata_ in lake Oswego. This kid asked me
incredulously, ``Yer goin' inta THAT, jus' wearin' them big ole boots?'' Ever
since then, my hip waders have been dubbed ``mah big ole boots.'' :)

Enough war stories...