It was eerie at first, almost scary, stepping into this dense world alone, but the forest opened its arms to me. As I followed the winding path, my bravery grew. I was alone here, in the thick coastal Oregon forest. The earth beneath my shoes was as soft as a pillow; pine needles that had turned an earthy brown over time cushioned my stride. My footsteps went unheard. Little mushrooms sprouted up in the fertile, wet ground. Tree trunks were dressed in bright green, fuzzy moss. Grass green ferns grew at their feet. I had this shadowy woodland all to myself.