I had an unusual experience for an American last week. I worked on the bog. No... I didn't say blog... BOG. I have to admit that I did not know what a bog was before moving to Ireland, but I have come to know all about it over the past few years. Bogs are areas that were once fertile lands - often ancient forests. It is believed that during the last major climate change Ireland became warmer and wetter and many of the large hardwood forests that once covered Ireland disappeared forever. When this happened the rich minerals in the soil were washed down deeper and deeper into the soil by the massive amounts of rainfall. Eventually, a layer of soil rich with minerals formed. This layer (known as the iron pan) was so heavy with the minerals that it became impenetrable to the rainfall. Water stopped draining, and soon the soil was saturated with water... and when plants died they did not fully decompose. The bog was born. With time (thousands of years) layer after layer of half decomposed plant life built up and we now have a very thick deposit of peat (aka the half decomposed plant life). I don't know when it happened... but the ancient Irish discovered that this peat/turf can be cut, dried, and burned for warmth. It is a long backbreaking process to cut and dry the peat, but it is a tradition that has been practiced here for generations.
Well... a friend of mine had 'invited' me - actually I kept bothering him and until he let me - to go up and help him with his drying peat. So... I went up to the bog several nights this past week to help him turn and stack the peat blocks. The weather was amazing, and you could see for miles on the treeless plain, but the work was killer. It was as if I did a thousand squats as I went and picked up the peat blocks and moved them to dryer land. I did, however, appreciate the chance to learn about the process and to have a chance to goof off with my friend on the bog.
Here is a picture of some of the peat that we stacked to dry.

.Labels: family story, fun, history