Fall in the Blue Ridge

Jameson, my mom and I went up to Great Uncle and Aunt's home in the mountains to enjoy the end of the leaves turning. The next day my Grandma called to make sure that Jameson and I hadn't gone roaming around in the woods. It's hunting season and she heard that there have been mountain lion sightings in the last couple of days. We wandered a bit, but were not eaten.

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