Cooking dinner after dark. This way one avoided the black flies.

In Powley Place. It's not all marshy, in part because Mr. Powley when he tried to farm this place, installed tiles that dried this area out enough to make a small field suitable for farming.

As rain showers came down this evening.

Here is an example of the deterioration of the bridge as seen from it's underside. Concrete was cracking as steel was gone from holding it up. Bridge will eventually have to be replaced.

It was hard to get a good picture in the thick woods, mostly dominated by younger trees surrounding it.

There where several old growth trees along the Big Alderbed Trail, like this one, whose top was missing.