It was raining this morning, so I didn't head out till well after lunch, about 3 PM, when it had quit for a while. Because of the late start, and the high cost of gas right now, I stayed very local, hitting a short, steep logging road just 30 minutes from my door. Once off the main FSR onto my chosen branch, I saw only 2 other vehicles, one a ghost from the past (pics below), and the other a brand new Wrangler with a broken front drive shaft, while I was coming back down the road on my way out. The wrangler was driven by a young middle eastern couple, who didn't seem to have any mechanical knowledge, so I got my poor old body down on the trail to peer under, and saw that the rear section of the shaft was resting on the transmission crossmember, and the front section was too short to hit the ground, so I had him shift to 2 wheel drive and move a few feet. Nothing seemed to be in danger of causing further damage, so I told him it was OK to drive out in 2 wheel, but not to use 4 wheel. I followed him down to pavement, and he made it safely, and gave me a thank you wave as he headed home.
While up on the higher section of the trail, I was actually in the cloud layer, so visibility was very limited, never more than 100m, and sometimes down to 30m. In those conditions no critters were spotted, and I didn't even see any tracks or scat.
When I left home, my daughter had asked me to return by 6:30, and I just made in time, coming in to delicious smells and a lovely big sirloin tip roast waiting for me to carve for my Fathers Day dinner. What a sweetheart!!