Years ago, a friend and I were hiking the Kancamagus Highway in New Hampshire. It was in the fall, and we started what we thought was going to be a mile hike up and a mile back. Well, some little devil thought it would be funny to switch ground markers, and quite a few of us ended up on a hike that was at least 3 miles in length- we thought perhaps it was a loop, hence why we kept on going. There were three markers indicating where to go to continue the trail you chose, so we kept following it like many others. Well, when we walked back, it was dusk and we still had another mile to go at least to get back to the parking lot. We were lucky, we were amongst several other hikers that had flash lights and I had a lighter with me just in case we needed it. That last mile was very eerie and spooky, and my poor friend was scared to death, and had a death grip on my arm for the entire mile back. Just as we got to the parking lot, it got completely dark. So grateful we weren't alone that day (it was a gorgeous fall day- warm and windy!), but it makes me wonder, did Sue get lost herself? With it being fall now, it gets darker earlier, and what seems like a simple hike can be a nightmare to navigate once dusk starts setting in, and then darkness.