We do a 270 overhead approach and swoop into a smallish field lined with biggish trees. We glide downhill, paralleling the surface as it drops away, then float across a gully before landing going uphill. The motor helps us up the slope to crest the ridge. As soon as the skis tilt to point down the other side, I firewall the throttle. Climbing at an impossible angle, we clear the foliage by a goodly margin.
Trails emerge from woods, cross fields and disappear into the trees again.
These spider webs covering the countryside are the back roads of snowmobiles. We cross the shoreline of Severn Sound. Here on top of the ice are the multi-lane freeways, hard packed snow many sleds wide. Smaller feeders connect with access points on the shore. On weekends this area is a bee hive of activity.