[Ice Festival Grounds]
Every breath of the crisp cold air feels like a gift of new invigorating life as an idle breeze whisks up eddies of dry snow in mischievous swirls, scrawling undecipherable runes across the snow drifts adorning this small clearing. A bluebird scolds from the refuge of his snug winter nest high in the tangled branches of a small copperwood tree.
Obvious paths: south, east, northeast.