Once upon a time, forest roads followed the path of least resistance, following streams and shores, cutting through the bush, crossing gullies on log bridges made of the trees they felled to open the road. Today's roads are carved out of hillsides and cut into cliff faces, making a straighter, more solid footing for logging trucks and other heavy vehicles.
The new road into Rock Bay passes this remnant of the old one:
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| Not for the faint of heart. |
McCreight Lake peeks through the trees at the bottom of the slope.
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Los caminos de antaño seguían la ruta más fácil, a las orillas de los lagos, a lo largo de riachuelos. Atravesaban el bosque, cruzando las barrancas sobre los mismos troncos que habían cortado para abrirse camino.
Hoy excavamos las laderas de los montes, rompemos precipicios de piedra para hacer caminos más duraderos, más seguros para los camiones madereros y otros vehículos pesados.
El camino que da a Rock Bay pasa al lado de este residuo del camino antiguo, en ladera arriba del lago McCreight.
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