Roads are seasonal
whimsical things
the big ones can be seen
nearly year round
if you are a careful observer
but most of the smaller
shyer paths
can only be found
when the elusive
northern vehicle
lets its tracks burn through
the thawing ice
You can also lure out northern roads with salt
Some days, it amazes me how anyone survives the winter here.
For more tales of winter survival and elusive machinery, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.