By the afternoon we had broke down most of the camp and loaded the cars up with gear. Wayne had made another delicious breakfast\lunch and our pace bordered on lethargy. After the terror filled dream I awoke from earlier I had seen no sign of our forest hosts and I was starting to feel normal again. Paul and the dog were off exploring while the rest of us settled down into our camp chairs to relax. It was then that a small cloud of insects began buzzing our camp area. At first we thought they were butterflies due to the bright orange coloring that they displayed but upon closer inspection they were little moths. Flutter, flutter, you could almost hear the beat of soft wings.