This is from a trip tim and I did down through the blue ridge mountains two years ago. I came across this photo and I remembered that evening ~ a swathe cut through a hilly field, the sun setting next to our campground, and monarchs on the queen anne's lace. The dogs tired and we in need of cooling campground showers.
We later built a campfire in the dew and caught a glimpse of the three dogs that had been abandonded at the campground ~ the campground owner was trying to lure them with food but they were skittish. I hoped so badly to befriend one and bring it home with us, but they were so shy and ran into the darkness. I still think about them sometimes.