Lights

It's funny how the light can play tricks with your eyes, deep in the woods.

Towards the end of the day, it tries to slice through the trees but the mountains get in the way.

And the little coves and glens (I think that's what they're called - I'm a little behind on my forest jargon) start to get all hazy and dark.

It's mysterious. Exciting.

On the same level as Chicago and New York. But a WHOLE other plane.