Canyon Park Cabin

Our beautiful pond in the canyon was named Diana’s Mirror many many years ago by Mr. Woerpel. In Roman mythology, Diana was the goddess of the hunt, and also of the moon. Images of Diana.

Madison Environmental has some good links about the frogs

We hear the spring peepers in late March and it’s such a welcome sound!

These photos were taken from the pond, in a little boat. You can’t quite tell from this shot but that thing was huge. It was growing out of pure rock, it went up 60ft. then there was a crook in it. And what you see in the sunlight is the top forty or fifty feet. It was really kinda hangin’ out over the pond. It was eery when you were on the water.

Then one day………… I was in town and when I got back, Lynn was like “you gotta go check this out”. It had tipped over! She was on the deck and heard it go down.

The stump is still there, on the cliff into the pond, all 10 foot of stump. The rest of it was in the pond and on the road. It had to be at least one hundred feet long. Check it out when you near the dam. Imagine the top of the tree in the road. You’ll see what I’m talkin’ about.

It took all summer to get it out. The first day we were lucky and had a crowd of people show up. We had a fire as big as a truck and threw stuff in it all afternoon. Then we still had the log in the pond. Mike Martin brought his tractor by and we fished out the forty foot log. Parts of it can still be seen. There is one big part being used for guiding runoff, and another part preventing driving into a swampy area.

The springs that feed the pond keep the ice thin and moving all winter long.

We could mess around down at the pond all day. There are literally thousands of tadpoles, and from the looks of this photo

many more are on the way.

When we sit by the pond in the evenings, the noise of all the different species of frogs is incredibly loud. On a humid evening, the sound fills the around the pond and echoes off the rock walls all around. Amazing.

We were awakened very early by the loud honking of this Canada Goose from the pond. He had been separated from his flock in the severe thunderstorms during the night.

We could hear him loud and clear, even though he was way down in the canyon.
He had found a sheltered place on the pond in the canyon. I think his frantic calls echoing off the rock walls confused him even more.

He kept a close eye on us and soon flew off to find his way to his home in the north.