Here is a beaver dam that blew out in the high water of spring a few years back.
This is an auxiliary dam in the forest. This long structure is about two feet high, and it once made a pond that was the second of a series of three large, shallow impoundments. When the dam on the mainstem blew out, the water didn’t flow into the forest anymore. This series of ponds disappeared, leaving the dams high and dry.
I asked the dog to sit here so you could see how big these cottonwoods are: this old dam was the site of some serious beaver work.
She said, That tree is pretty big and this bole is really stupendous… but enough lollygagging around; it’s time to move along.
Is that a dog in the middle part of the first picture? Hard for me to see it - but I’m don’t think it’s Jesse.
Barb, it’s Rosie. She’s also a very big dog, part Great White Pyrenees and part German shepherd. She walks across log bridges. Now that I think of it, most of my friends have big dogs. Alice