Austin and I saw a mountain lion the other day. We came upon a kill site on our run up Peavine.
The shin-deep snow was blown up and covered in fresh blood. A couple of moments of detective work had us a few meters up the ridge to the east. Then, looking at the top of the ravine to the west, I realized that the victorious party of the recent struggle was about 200 meters away, watching us with a disinterested eye... I wish I had a camera.