You are a half day into a 5-day hike deep into the Adirondack Mountains... it is early June, and you have not seen any other hikers in hours. As you walk through the thick woods and pleasant meadows, you keep catching a glimpse of something or someone moving among the trees, just out of sight. The forest air smells of pine and wildflowers, with sunlight filtering through the canopy in golden shafts. You finally stop on the trail at the edge of a rolling meadow, certain that you saw something moving in the bordering woods, something... pink? The sound of rustling leaves catches your ear, though there's no wind today. A moment later, it's silent again, except for the distant call of a woodpecker. You decide to investigate.