Hole In A WallThe next morning, our small group was joined by Lambda and Maggs. Lambda had cut his beard short for the trip. Maggs wore pants and a long sleeve man’s shirt.
We followed the road to a small bridge over a creek and on the other side a forest began. It was not a dense forest, mostly tall pines with smaller trees (maybe spruces) and bushes scattered around seemingly at random. The day was still cloudy, but I was pleased that the rain had ended.
At mid day, after a break of lunch under a small boulder outcropping, with many smaller boulders for seating, we finally reached the snuffler path. A mid-sized pine tree had been knocked over and we had to detour around it. On the other side we found a path of smashed down dirt and plants that ran off to our left.
The path was straig
