Not any more. No more pencils, no more paper cards, no information. The Park Service has recently entered the 20th century.
This way out. Or, um...
I didn't meet the person who gnawed this off at ground level. Maybe he was watching from the bushes, or resting his teeth.
Trillium? I think, sans blossom.
Someone took a bite out of this too. There's a whole lot of that going around.
Or footlog-with-railing. Over the Gray Wolf River. There is a camping area here, but, as with most such places, it is salted with assorted human detritus and likely to attract night-creepers and biters, as well as backpackers. I avoid such.