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. People visiting people, people just cruising around. Sometimes upwards of 500 snowmobiles participate in Poker Runs. On weekdays like today it's totally deserted, reminiscent of an episode of The Twilight Zone where not a single car could be seen in Los Angeles. We detour over to exchange waves.