We splashed along deeper down the duff paths. They were soft like wet carpet. Silent with the steady sprinkling muffling our tracks.
Then our guide Pearly May spotted what we came for. "A Cougar Cave" she shouted. She changed with her club.
Kayenta, our wise Navajo dog, positioned himself on the ridge as support.
Today the cougar was absent. He still wanders the redwoods awaiting our meeting. Maybe on our next adventure Pearly May.
