I camped many many times on this land. The small mountaintop lake is at the end of the road. The road is winding and slow. At the top of the mountain is a nice parking area, a lake with a swimming beach, and a building. Off to one side is a short looping hiking trail, and it connects with a longer trail that goes from the top of the mountain all the way to the bottom. About half-an-hour's walk from the lake is the waterfall. It is (was) a single person trail, through stands of magnolia, oak, maple, and light brush. It is not a trail that one expects trouble, of course, and it is also close to the main campground and you feel like you can make it back pretty easily. But, you are not within earshot of anyone most of the time. As a boy, I went to the waterfall many many times and played in the water. I often went alone, while my parents and sister stayed at the beach or at the tent. It was a long enough trail to be an adventure, but not too far from them. Point is, near that waterfall, ain't no one going to be near you to help, nor hear you when you scream. I can't imagine how that ranger was anywhere near the family when it all happened, but I'm sure his two revolver shots helped fend off the bear. When I think of all the times we let the dog play by himself, or the cat, or even me and my sister just wandering around up there, I can thank God for keeping us safe. Of course, this was 30 to 35 years ago, and life was simpler and we weren't worried about things like we are today.