This is the deer path across our field today, and 21 days ago.
The snow isn’t so deep anymore, but everyone sticks to the paths because it takes less energy.
They’re just as strict about using paths in the forest.
Here’s a place where the deer path going up the hill intersects the deer path going across the hill. See the X?
Since childhood family camping days in California’s Siskiyou mtns, I have been obsessed with deet trails–would always follow them as far as I could without getting into poison oak. To me, they were the sidewalks, driveways and back alleys of their nighborhood. We never saw the deer during the day, but they came out at night to chew on my mom’s dishtowels hanging on the improvised clothesline!