Like I said, a lot of time in Little River. This was a snwoshoing trip with Craig. We were going to try to summit one peak or another but time and weather conspired to change those plans so we ended up in at the old sawmill in Little River.
The boiler sitting contently in the snow.
There are signs throughout the park telling the history of the village that used to be here before the Dam was build. Craig felt the urge of historical knowledge, and Sal was on his way to assist.
Closer still on the boiler.
Inside the beast. You can see the internal workings there, the pipes that carried water through the heat to boil.
Little River completely frozen. people were out there ice fishing, a cold sport it would seem.
Getting ready to leave.
Sal was ready to get home
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