Tom explores the very far southwest edge of Jackson Hole. For a month he hasn't seen anyone else while out hiking, not even a sign. After scaling a fairly difficult uphill, Tom emerges from the other side to find human footprints. After days of seeing fox, raccoon, coyote, deer, and big horn prints, it takes a few seconds for it to register that someone has been here. At first he thinks it must be his, but the shoe size, tread pattern, and gait are all wrong. The edges are not that hard, there's very little loose sand or rock in the print itself. Maybe they are three to five days old and in the most remote stuff he's hiked north of the lodge. Tom follows them to the overlook above the river, then they double back where he loses them on sandstone.
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