The Call Of The Wild

While returning from a walk on Saturday, We chanced upon some fresh tracks in the dirt road leading to our cabin.



Sure enough, a molting moose and his buddy (not pictured) were enjoying a bit of browse on the creek bed.



The next day I found these wolf tracks. "Just a dog" said the Weaver. "I'm not so sure" I replied.

Monday, while exploring a pond, the Weaver noticed a disturbance in the water.



"Honey? Where are you? Aughh!"

Tomorrow: Salka Valka to the rescue...