I'm glad I got there fairly early. The sun was still low in the sky, reflecting off the snow and hoarfrost clinging to the trees and plants making them sparkle. A few hours later that frost was all scattered at the base of the plants.
By the tracks in the snow you could see where the coyote made the rounds of the impoundments and the river looking for food after the storm. It looks like he personally visited each of the muskrat and beaver lodges hoping to gain a meal.