Ah. Dry ground. Real woods. For most of the day, I was picking my way mostly west. At this point, I had started adding a lot of south into it. Mostly south, in fact. This is off somewhere...oh, I'd say I was probably about a mile and a half north-northwest of the lower Tahquamenon Falls island, I'd guess. Plus/minus a quarter mile in any given direction. I was kind of using a compass some the time, but mostly just going by 'feel' of where I was. Nevertheless, multiple clues along the way indicate I had a pretty decent idea where I was, as things kept matching up about right with each other regarding location.

The snow hanging in the trees brings a certain percentage of them down each winter. If they are heavily laden, and one day a stiff wind comes up, you can stand in the woods and hear the trunks of large trees being snapped right off. I saw it once. Impressive. Splinters, pine needles, and chunks of snow all go flying for a moment amid noise and a blinding thick cloud of snowdust. I suppose this one was first leaned for some reason, maybe from this, or maybe from a winter storm, rerooted itself, and was held up by the one next to it, which is also noticably leaned. ...But then the snow load on the tilted trunk broke it since it was able to now affect it sideways instead of mostly straight down from above, so it broke, leaving this inverted "V" shape, accented by the built up snow which created it.
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