When thunder rumbles across the forest, you feel close to the power of nature. You hear the birds react and the rain move in. The loon hunts the storm-tossed lake. Finally the sun appears and your spirits are lifted. Side two captures the scene of the dying embers of a campfire glowing dimly as the moon casts a silvery-orange path across the lake. The breeze is still, but the forest isn't. Crickets, timber wolves and a barred owl in the tree overhead make the forest seem somewhat like a visit to a haunted house. But, it is friendly territory and you drift off to sleep without a care in the world.