Summer on the Highland Scenic Highway, Part 2: The Not-So-Secret Life of a Mountain Bog.
Cranberry Glades is one of the great natural features of the Yew Mountains, a highly-diverse ecological complex of sphagnum bogs, marshes, and beaver-engineered wetlands located in a frost pocket between the mountains (link here to an informative video on how these areas form). Many of plants and animals found here migrated southward from Canada and New England as the glaciers advanced during the last ice age and were subsequently "stranded" in the local mountains when the planet warmed and the glaciers retreated. Some of these species, including bog rosemary and mourning warbler, are at their southern-most ranges. West Virginia's greatest naturalist, Maurice Brooks, once described high elevation bogs such as Cranberry Glades as a "bit of Canada gone astray". Their highly-acidic environments host plant communities uniquely suited to survive in them, including the carnivorous sundew and lovely, delicate orchids, such as grass pinks and rose pogonias. And during the first couple weeks of summer, the show is on.
From top: tall meadow-rue (Thalictrum pubescens), also known as king of the meadow; meadow phlox (Phlox maculata), also known as wild sweet William and marsh phlox; grass pink (Calopogon tuberosus), also known as tuberous grasspink; rose pogonia (Pogonia ophioglossoides), also known as snakemouth orchid; a stunning orchard orbweaver spider (Leucauge venusta); swamp candles (Lysimachia terrestris), also known as earth loosestrife; fringed loosestrife (Lysimachia ciliata), yet another gorgeous summer primrose; greater purple-fringed orchid (Platanthera grandiflora), a true beauty of Appalachia's shady seeps; a group of chanterelles (maybe Cantharellus appalachiensis?); scarlet beebalm (Monarda didyma), also known as Oswego tea; swamp dewberry (Rubus hispidus); great rhodendron (Rhododendron maximum), which is just starting to bloom in the mountains; and the extraordinary green flower garlands of green false hellebore (Veratrum viride), the grand final act of this lovely but deadly mountain plant before it goes dormant in the summer heat.














