I love walking in the bush back to camp in the pitch black during hunting season. The forest at night is still alive. The stars still hang in the same constellations they did when I looked at them 45+ years ago, tromping through the bush with my Dad. Orion. Cassiopeia. Ursa Major. Polaris. We were fortunate to grow up in an area with no predators. Now in our new area have to I give it some thought. Kind of heightens the experience. But I am always grateful that I was made comfortable in the woods at night from the time I could run. Own the night 👊🏽