The rest of the day . . . and night

So, our plan was to cross over the bridge in the daylight, and arrive at our hotel sometime late in the evening. Instead, we searched out another elusive lighthouse, but not before running into a pack of foxes at a mining site (another not well publicized dead-end). By the time we reached the bridge it was dark and by the time we reached our hotel it was 3:30 a.m.!



There were three foxes just hanging out at this mining location - I don't know why they would be attracted to such a place, the land was just completely stripped.