Southeast Alaska is a land where the forest can fill every square inch with green. As we walk, we are surrounded by an ocean of salmon berry, devils club, and hemlock. Cresting the hill we notice that the canopy begins to part, and the land grows spongy under our feet. Emerging into the muskeg our breath is taken away. A line of snowcapped peaks pervades the distant horizon. We saunter among a forest of shorepine, which stand like bearded old men. At their feet are glistening pools, which hold the tears of a thousand rainstorms. Splashes of color reveal the blossoms of swamp laurel, Labrador tea, and wild cranberry. Darting to and fro, a humming bird sips nectar from scarlet paintbrush. The ethereal song of hermit thrush drifts on the wind. I turn to my companions and smile, for it is a melody which beckons to further explore bog's wild beauty.