Three figures walked down a wide limestone track, not quite leisurely, for their large packs on their backs had started to dig into their shoulders, but happy. The girl was happy because of the familiarity of the landscape, she had trod this turf many a time, seven years past. The man, the father of the two children, was happy to be going off into the mountains for another adventure to add to his collection of many. And the boy was looking forward to the future.
The girl smiled. There was the worn path down to the swimming hole, snaking through the trees to meet the rocky shore of the river. There was the dark cave edged with roots, its depths she had never dared to enter, and she had always been a little afraid of what could be inside.
They passed the sunny flats, the path rose a little, and narrowed, the trees closed in on them and blocked some of the strong sunlight. Decaying brown leaves littered the ground, and long rotting tree trunks covered in thick moss lay around like large beasts.