’m paddling my canoe down a channel that was once a ditch that drained this end of the watershed. Some time ago the beavers had plugged the lower end of this ditch. As they built the dam ever higher, this ditch became outlined by just the bank-side trees sticking out of the floodplain. And it had been flooded long enough to kill most of those trees, many of which had fallen into and across the channel.
