Started Halloween this weekend. While visiting the rose gardens and tiger rescue center, went to a local medieval faire to join in the festivities. Rode on a bale of hay through a haunted forest filled with headless horsemen, wicked wizards, vampires, child eating witches, axe murdering blacksmiths and other ghosts and ghoulies that attacked the hayride as we passed through. Then visited the haunted house with two strange children in tow. Rather, I should say, they were dragging me through the house to keep them safe. It was hilarious. Then we walked the haunted trail through another part of the forest and into the creek beds. The trail was quite long and the guide was pushing us at a pretty fast pace. Near the end it was all uphill. Due to the cold night air, my hip was close to giving out and the guide's burning torch was giving me a little case of astham. For more fun, whenever the monsters jumped out of the dark, the little kids behind me kept running up and clinging to me, trying to hide inside my big sweater coat. Their father was adorable. He offered to carry me across the bridge with loose and missing planks and up the steep wooden steps buried in the earth near the end. I would have taken him up on it but I had my cane and needed to show the three pesky monsters that had targeted me all evening that it was their turn to be afraid. It is a rule. If you get to scare me, I get to scare you.