Meigs Park, Bainbridge: Home of the State’s Largest Ledum Bog

While commuting Highway 305 on Bainbridge Island most drivers are probably unaware that some of the highway parallels a trail located in a park  with the biggest ledum bog in the state. Or that some of the land in the park was once a dairy farm owned by the founder of Port Madison on Bainbridge. Or that the park gate features a rat sculpture.

Meigs Park consists of 120 acres of preserved land, some acquired by the Bainbridge Parks Department and Bainbridge Island Land Trust in 1992 and some under a joint agreement with the Parks Department and City of Bainbridge. Most of the park isn’t accessible because of the fragile nature of the ledum bog but there is a maintained public trail that runs parallel to Highway 305 and a parking area at the corner of Koura Rd. and the highway.


Ledum is a plant whose leaves are used to make Bog Tea. Also known as Indian Tea and the Indian Tea Plant, ledum was used first by local Native American tribes as both tea and for medicine to cure inflammation. The last owner of the property considered building a spa featuring the bog’s water.

Before the land was owned by the parks department and city it was a dairy farm owned by the descendants of George Anson Meigs who built the Port Madison sawmill and founded the community that now exists there. In addition to his Port Madison waterfront holdings, Meigs, began the dairy farm which operated until 1950.


The trail has remnants of  its use as a farm. Just off the trail is the ruined shell of an old trailer.


The gate that used to divide the park from the Meigs property is still there along with its decorative and inexplicable rat eating a piece of cheese.


Home Exchanges: Fellow Travelers Do ExplorationKitsap

Tomorrow I exchange homes and cars with a fellow traveler. A perfect stranger though she and I have been regularly communicating to finalize details. She and her two sisters will be doing exploration Kitsap from my home while I do exploration Florida from her’s. It’s one of the many strategies I use to travel far and cheaply – I exchange homes using Homelink, one of several reputable home exchange websites.

It’s a great way to become part of a community instead of passing through as a tourist in a nameless hotel. I save money by not paying for accommodations and by cooking in rather than eating out all the time.

Some home exchanges take me to places I intended to travel as part of a trip such as the Loire Valley of France in 2015. While there I stayed in a charming 300 year old home in a tiny village that was also the location of one of France’s premier lyceums (exclusive private boarding schools). The home owners, publishers and authors from England, were there living in their home on the property during my stay.


Three traveling friends joined me during this home exchange and we did what any visitor to the Loire Valley does: toured the valley’s many beautiful chateaus, sampled its famous wines and ate at its Michelin star restaurants.


Sometimes a home exchange takes me to places I hadn’t planned on traveling. While planning my 2015 trip to France and Germany I was contacted by a family in Solothurn, Switzerland interested in doing an exchange that timed perfectly with my trip. I had to look Solothurn up on the map. Their darling Swiss home was near a medieval town in the Jura Mountains near the French border; a train trip on the precise and comfortable French and Swiss rail systems.

I’d never been to Switzerland and the Jura Mountain hiking trails were every bit as Heidi and Sound of Music stunning as I hoped they would be.

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The visitors who want to exchange homes with me have wanted to see the Olympic Mountains, downtown Seattle and Victoria. I live in a convenient place to see all three. I leave them a basket of tourist brochures about all of those places and a binder of information about Poulsbo where I live. It never fails. Poulsbo and the rest of Kitsap County are too darn charming; too varied and too beautiful to leave. They begin exploring and suddenly Victoria and Seattle are not the draw they anticipated. Their bucket list becomes less important. It’s usually the same with me. I become enchanted by their neighborhoods, their towns and their hiking trails. A home exchange becomes a small town cultural exchange.