The sun, although there, can never be seen, except during times when there is hardly any leaves crossing paths that help shade the damp ground. A creek crosses through the middle, the tinkling of the water melodic to some, others just racket. So many places to hide, so beware any foul predators. Moss covers many of the trees and different things from the dampness that never leaves. Here equines who are lost may come to find a home.
