[Ice Festival Grounds]
Low snowbanks flank the path, futiley shoveled aside by someone just before a recent storm, as a fresh carpet of downy white has yet again blanketed the roadway. Graceful firs loom overhead, their boughs laden by heavy mounds of snow. Every once in awhile a branch shudders beneath the frigid wind, sending a cascading flurry to the ground. You also see a large cake-shaped tent with pink canvas overhangs formed to look like icing and a large wagon with a chimney rising from the rear.
Obvious paths: south, northeast.