Late on this night I was hoping to encounter many people gathered at Benny's Campfire. I was dissapointed when I found no one else there, just me. I warmed myself on a log sitting beside the fire, listening to it's crackling, watched it's flickering flame. There was thickly wooded forest surrounding me. As I walked along I encountered a typical red checkered picnic blanket, a full spread of food and table settings, I left it. I furthered on listening to the bird's calling in the forest and I followed another sound of rushing water. Next I stumbled upon a waterfall, at which I skipped rocks.