Since my last visit to the pines, fall has come and gone. The vibrant reds, yellows, and oranges have faded to brown. The ground is scattered with leaves and pinecones. The animals that are still remaining are all preparing for the cold winter ahead. After the rain and wind storms of this past week, the ground is covered with branches and pine needles. From my dorm room, I could hear the wind howling through the mighty pines. The sight of these towering beings swaying and rocking in the wind is enough to make anyone timid about walking through them.