One pond I rode by seems to never settle, the clay/bentonite soil is always suspended, and it is a perpetually muddy pool.
The barren trees overshadow it, their roots allowing the water to seep upwards in an enduring spring.
Hidden among the roots, I spied pink surprises.
Fireweed blooms in the moist shade, a rare treat for this country.
Beauty wins over sludge!Find me here!