In fairy tales there are always the good woods, and the evil woods. Good woods with sun beams, butterflies, and twinkly streams. And then the other kind… This is very literally the case in this forest range. You know when you’ve crossed the border into the evil woods. It’s totally covered in thick green moss, the trees groaning under the weight of it, dangling from the branches like menacing green tinsel. Cobwebs cover all gaps, all surfaces. A myriad of spider highways criss-crossing all around you. Your eyes straining in the dingy light. Wriggly snake like roots cross your path. This place gives me the creeps!