To continue my photos from the weird but magical morning that I posted about here yesterday, I drove around another corner toward the little back bridge. That's an old factory on the left.
The bridge is to the left of a section of the trail that I posted about yesterday. When I saw this lady walking along the trail, I waited until she was framed between a gap in the tress. She was obeying the sign by the way whereas snowmobilers might be tempted not to heed. (Actually, I don't think this is a problem, and the pedestrians and snowmobilers do have separate lanes.)
Behind the building in the first photo (above), there lies an impressive tree.
From the bridge, I took a photo looking across the river. The low sun was lighting a patch in the branches.
I later took another photo looking between the factory and an adjacent hut. It is so-so and probably could have been better if I had tromped through the snow to a better vantage point. However, I was sticking to the plowed road, thank you very much.
While I might have eventually found myself in the great outdoors anyway that morning, the sudden texts from the kids got me out for sure and to an area that I might not otherwise have thought to explore.