This slope seepage is in a forest clearing just below the top of a 270-foot tall hill, and the only site in the area with butterworts.   The bottom half and the right side are open and sunny, and the domain of S.alata, while the top and left parts are so overgrown one has a hard time distinguishing the pitcher plants from other natives.   That, a couple of black, charred tree stubs, and the charred bark of a only a couple of others tell of a small burning several years ago.

Seepage water forms a stream which runs down the site's southern side, its gargling water betraying its existence, alternating between emerging from and hiding under a carpet of sphagnum and dead leafs.

The light-brown sand-floor is saturated with water.   Water-pregnant clumps of long-fiber sphagnum cover large areas, and I get the impression of walking on a big wet sponge.   In open sandy areas I'm hard-pressed to walk without stepping on tens of glistening sundews and butterworts.  Here and there, pockets of the zig-zag bladderwort (Utricularia subulata).   Printed on the sand are many tracks of deer and other wildlife which come here only to drink.