We took the kids for a hike today and Found some moose sign, a pine sappling rubbed raw from a mule deer buck, saw a chipmunk frantically sounding his alarm as two hawks screeched above his tree, and we post-holed through a little patchy snow. There was a single .223 casing on an abandoned old roadbed (poacher? Coyote hunter? An attempt to assassinate a foreign beer can? We’ll never know.) bears are about, but we saw none. Possible wolf scat, but no wolves. Deer have trimmed the hedges along the mountain’s lawn, but they too were nowhere to be seen. Just sun, and breeze, the smell of pine on warming spring air, a boy slashing at bushes with a stick sword, and the overwhelming sensation that all of nature is watching from the next ridge over.