I'm stuck in a 13' Scotty on the edge of OcalaNational Forest with a turned ankle. So I turned to rereading "Then The Hail Came" by George Steffanos (online). The Smokys almost did George in on his 1983 trek. He talked of the oppressing mountains and jungle growth as a dark place. He describes it as a very dark and foreboding place that he was glad to get out of. I spent the first 21 years of my life in and around those mountains and go back there often now. I guess I just became accustomed to the rain and constant cloudiness. Does anyone else who goes there from other parts of the country feel the same way as George.