Emma stopping in to offer encouragement before continuing her quest.
Suddenly there they were. Sign that we were not alone on this mountainside.
The tracks led up into this tangle of rock and saplings and although we hunted with renewed vigor the bird had vanished.
A snow squall swept in as we struggled back up the mountain toward the truck. Soon Elin's barrels were covered with a coating of snow and I wondered how many times in the last 97 years in her native Swedish covers she had been carried through weather just like this and I had to smile at myself for having such thoughts as my mind wandered just as my feet wandered slowly back to the warmth of the truck.