Wounded Pride

I went  in search of beauty.  Jeep filled up with gas, headed out toward Pigniq… I thought the old hangar looked particularly nice.  I thought I saw the entrance to the old runway and turned to get there.  Only what I thought was the access point wasn’t.  Thanks flat light and blowing snow.  My mistake was immediately apparent but then I knew I better not stop and tried to make the runway.  Embarrassingly, I ended up mired in soft snow/gravel just feet away.  Two of my bank customers found me and went to go get a tow cable.  Meanwhile, I decided to to look for beauty within 50 feet of the Jeep.  This is what I found.