I found this cute little guy one morning while walking up to the wagon circle to judge cabin cleanup. He was just sitting in the middle of the path. I figured if he stayed there his life would most likely end under the tromping feet of careless campers. So, I gently picked him up and put him on my clipboard where he curiously crawled over, around, and under. He fell off a couple of times, but his fur seemed to act as a kind of parachute, floating him down and dropping him softly onto the ground.
