Lake Guntersville State Park

The sun shining through fall leaves casts a red and gold light over everything around you. A cool breeze gently brushes your face. The trail you are hiking was used two hundred years ago by Cherokee Indians, and today it's easy to imagine you're one of them. Rounding a bend, you stop. Fifteen feet beyond, a doe is grazing. She hears you, stares for a moment, then bolts . . .