Just got back home from 5 days in the North Georgia mountains. The leaves have just barely started changing and it was cool and damp--perfect fall camping weather. After Sunday everyone pretty much cleared out and left us there by ourselves. Which was great mostly, but walking the dog at night was an exercise in courage. It was black-dark out there, no moon or stars, and something was muttering & growling and rustling around in the bushes. I don't know if it was a dog, a raccoon, or possibly a bear out there, but we didn't hang around to find out! My little doggy got his business done and got outta there!