|Brown's Bay Road, 22 km. north of Campbell River. Chains required: I didn't drive down.|
|Random highway shot.|
|The streaky lines on the trees are falling snow.|
|Side road. No tracks; nobody's likely to drive down here until the spring.|
|Young evergreens beside the road.|
The north woods are never entirely silent; the trees whisper among themselves constantly, murmuring comments on the wind and the rain. Snow hushes them, though. This afternoon, the only sounds were the crunch of my shoes on fresh snow, and the occasional "plop!" as a branch shook off its burden.