Jim Thorpe is in Pennsylvania, not the Pacific Northwest, but the Norwest Nomad’s journeys have brought him to new territories. Well, old territories that are are new again as I visit Northeast Pennsylvania. Despite growing up here, this was my first time seeing cardinal flowers.
While in the town of Jim Thorpe, of which I will certainly be penning a blogged ode (great town), I stumbled upon said cardinal flowers, which my botanical-expert brother (and professional gardener) identified. They’re beautiful to find in the wild, so I took a short video to share.
Gander, friends, upon the cardinal flowers of the Lehigh River shore, and as always happy nomadding.
The Northwest Nomad has gone to Northeast Pennsylvania to visit family, and in so doing spotted a truly bizarre natural phenomenon on the Susquehanna River. The footage he captured is not ideal, but he didn’t go there expecting to document anything.
He was just enjoying the sunshine and teaching his nephew how to skip rocks when he saw this strange object floating his way. It looked at first like a big bundle of fishing line, but as it neared he realized it was an entangled cluster of dragonflies.
Every now and then some would fly off from the cluster and then light back onto it. That activity is what cued him (meaning me) into the fact that it was a cluster of dragonflies floating over the water.
I grew up on the shore of the Susquehanna (which happens to be one of the oldest rivers in the world) and spent hours exploring its shores. I never saw a floating cluster of dragonflies before. This was truly fascinating.
For whatever the footage is worth, I wanted it to share it here with my fellow nomads. It’s one of the most interesting natural phenomenons I’ve seen since the baby frog explosion of Irely Lake.
I long ago lost count of how many times I’ve hiked the Irely Lake trail just outside Lake Quinault, Washington, but during my latest visit I witnessed a something I’ve never seen there before. Swarming along every step of the path was a great, hopping, flopping multitude of frogs. Baby frogs, to be exact.
Yes, baby frogs as far as the eye could see, my friends.
I’m sure this must be an annual occurrence, but when I told a ranger about it the next day he was as unaware of the phenomenon and as fascinated at hearing the news as I was in experiencing it. He was also unaware that Irely Lake was almost completely dried up. This is one more thing I’ve never witnessed before in all my excursions up that path.
To my memory, the lake’s
always been filled up to the woodline, giving little shore-space. On this day,
however (July 12, 2019), the lake had shriveled down to a little pool in the
middle of a muddy flat—a muddy flat also swarming with baby frogs.
The little buggers made the hike very slow-going. I had to tiptoe along the entirety of the trail and pause several times to let a particularly big cluster of baby frogs leap off into the sword ferns growing alongside the trail.
When I reached the dry lakebed, another hiker (the only other hiker I encountered that day) said he’d encountered a mountain lion on the trail. He seemed an experienced outdoorsman. I don’t doubt his account. For me, though, there was no mountain lion (though I did encounter one a few years ago in that same area)—there were only the baby frogs.
One of my favorite things about nature is how nothing is ever the same from one day to the next. You can hike the identical stretch of woods every morning for a year, and every morning you’ll see something slightly different. Sometimes, you’ll see something spectacularly different. In this particular case, I’ve hiked the Irely Lake Trail dozens of times and this was the first I ever saw the swarm of baby frogs.
Though they slowed my progress, the frogs made every foot of the trail a pleasure. It was a privilege to witness that spectacle of nature, and the frogs made for a hike I’ll never forget.
The Irely Lake Trail has a funny way of surprising me. For a modest mile of hiking trail, it’s sure given me plenty to write about.
It’s the same reason why I maintain that Lake Quinault and the surrounding rain forest are the best spots in Washington. A part of me wants to keep quiet on that and keep Quinault under-visited, but another part of me wants to share that amazing place. There’s no place I’d rather spend a long weekend or a vacation than in the Lake Quinault area. I made that conclusion long ago, but the place never stops strengthening its case.
Frogs, my friends. Baby
frogs. A whole multitude of them. I’m grateful I decided to do Irely again that
day. Dang near missed it.