We have found a new camp, and it will hopefully be of short duration.
Our leapfrog strategy worked perfectly. One just has to take it slow and deliberate and be completely aware of what you’re doing. No wool gathering (of the mental variety) allowed.
There were no signs of any intruder activity. There was, however the old man at the gate. Lyle missed him, a matter of timing most likely. When I went by, there he was. He almost ducked down, but seeing it was too late, he resigned to being discovered and waved me over. We exchanged pleasantries and discovered mutual sympathies. I invited him to join us, but he declined. He is content to stay.
No intruders near.