Last week, my (Nadine's) twenty-five year wolverine vigil came to an end.
After years of tantalizing tracks in the snow, and near misses on the trail ("We saw wolverines there just yesterday"), I finally caught a glimpse of one of the most elusive creatures in the park.
I was on my way up to Sentinel Pass with guests when some fellow hikers said there was a wolverine just up ahead. Since I'd had many "wolverines" reported to me over the years, only to find out that they were marmots, I was skeptical.
But when we got up to near the start of the final switchbacks, we looked over to the final lingering patch of snow (and patches of snow have been a rarity in this hot dry summer), and, sure enough, there was a wolverine.
And not just one wolverine.
Not two wolverines.
There were three wolverines! We guessed it must be a family, and got the treat of watching them sleep on the cool snow, play on the snow, and just hang out in a most un-wolverine fashion.
One of my guests, Maryse B., got some shots with her camera, and has kindly allowed us to share them. They were pretty far away, so the images are small, but it gives you a taste of the wonderful experience we all had.