As the car lights faded off into the black abyss of the night we stepped out of the car. In to the cold fall the wind blew across my face I could feel my cheeks becoming flush with blood, and the bitter cold air off the creek hit me with a rush as the cold moist air hit my lungs. I wondered if this was such a great idea so late at night to go for a hike, but as I looked into the night sky and saw the breath taking laminating celestials and the sound of the bubbling creek beyond the tree. I was taken in by the night’s tranquility. Up the muddy trail we went with each step slowly being harder to take up the steep grade. My eyes began to acclimate to the night sky, as I was able to make out the way of the trail. Keeping out of mind what could be in the in trees beyond the trail I none the less looked behind my shoulder every so often to make sure a cat was not staking me a slight reassuring feeling, as I kicked rocks every so often I to make sure the animals could hear me just to keep them at bay. I heard a rumor that one in ten men are killed by grizzles bears not know if it was true or not, but that thought could not get out of my mind. Joe reassured me by saying, “That was a lie just to scare me and from what I have heard only three men have died., but as long as we kept talking nothing was going to get us.” It helped to take my mind off of the grizzlies, but I did not stop looking behind me to make sure a cat was not getting ready to attack me. The bubbling creek was soothing to my nerves and Joe’s voice reassured me that nothing was going to happen. As we turned around the bend a frosty winter air hit us, and we knew we had gone far enough for one night. We looked down the valley and could hear the creek echoing up the hill sides. Joe who had not worn a hat complained of how cold his ears had become.