We are back in the states. Sworn to secrecy.

We are blowing off steam.

We get invited to a hunting trip.

Grab a bunch of stuff.

It's a good day's hike to the cabin.

We see some deer and moose tracks on the way to the campsite.

RoyMcConnel sees a strange mound at the base of a tree (while off taking a piss).

We check it out (it's uphill all the way, ugh). Some sort of nest. No eggs, shells, food scraps.

RoyMcConnel finds some dark fur.

We leave. Shortly afterwards, we come over the ridge and see a large valley.

I try to setup a lean-to, but RoyMcConnel has to fix it up for me, dammit.

We talk a bit then turn in.

We see a man in the distance. Mike says he's really tall, but I don't think so. He isn't wearing a pack, though.

We get to the cabin