… is the only appropriate word for this.
Yesterday the entire 2,5 km track was chewed up by the logging equipment. Today they had again been there to collect the timber and haul it out of there – but less than 24 hours after the devastation yesterday, there was a fresh track made by one of the guys from the Ski Club. Now, wouldn’t you know someone had already managed to walk in the tracks when I was there shortly after 5 PM? I guess it was easier than to walk on the side…. Grrr.
