When I look at this, I see a wood spirit - you can see a knee, a foot, a torso, and a neck, if you squint the right way. When we were walking through the woods in the Bruce Peninsula, I was struck, repeatedly, by the incredibly daunting task it must have been to cut a road through the woods from Tobermory down to Wiarton. It would have been solid, mature forest, hard rock, and it would have taken ages to build.
