Publisher's blurb: The boggy stream slowly meanders through this dark forest, the skeletons of those whom didn’t make it, creating it’s riverbed. You pass dreary trees and ferns that lack color or sometimes substance and cliffs worn away over the ages. A small campground used by travelers on occasion can be found here by the streams banks and the old now semi-abandoned trade road. The road climbs a small embankment and crosses over the stream via a natural bridge, before traveling deeper into the forest.