Serendipity. That’s the only way to explain it. It was just a matter of being in the right place at the right time.
Late one day I was walking from our main camp to my ‘cave’. Crossing in front of me not twenty feet away was a slinky brown critter that I thought was a weasel. Trailing right behind the critter were three smaller copies of the same critter!
I froze and watched them scamper across the rock, between some boulders, and out of sight. I tried to follow them but as soon as they realized they were being stalked, they made a dash for some trees and disappeared for good.
Around the campfire that night I told the folks about the weasel I had seen. Erin perked up and asked for a more detailed description. When I finished, he said, ”That wasn’t a weasel. Well, it’s in the weasel family, but what you saw was a pine marten. They’re not common. I’ve only seen them a few times, and in all the years I’ve been working in the Park, I’ve never seen kits. Congratulations!”
Just one more thing that made that Vogelsang camp a ‘good medicine spot’.