A handful of wet moss can feel almost dry, until you squeeze it; then water gushes out.
I was glad I was carrying only the pocket camera; it's easier to keep dry, and cheaper, in case it's ruined. Within five minutes inside the forest, I had to start drying the lens between shots; many were blurry. And before we finished the circuit, the camera just plain refused to take any more photos. An hour in the warmth beside a wood stove, with its innards exposed to the air, fixed it; it works again. Whew!
This sampler of moss photos are no-name-brand; I haven't been able to identify them with any confidence.
|The woods were hairy, dark, and deep. (Sorry, Robert Frost!)|
|A different variety of lumps. With leaf lichen and infant Cladonia in the open spaces.|
|Wet country. Even the sign is wet.|
|Dead but still standing; a tall stump carries the black shelf fungi that killed it. One of the naturalists on the walk is properly dressed for the weather; Tilley hat and rubber rain gear.|
|Another stump, well rotted, full of woodpecker holes, with a crown of dangling moss.|
|At least three different mosses here, with last year's maple leaves, and fresh new buds on a twig.|
|Almost looks like electrified cats' tail again. With leaf lichens.|
|Leafy moss with sporophytes. The ripe ones are red; green sporophytes are immature. Raindrops run down some of the stalks. (Aka setae.)|