The rock-hard path begins here, or ends here, depending on your point of view. Looking to the south, you see a deep ravine through which flows a sparkling blue river. A fence of striated zebrawood prevents the foolhardy from taking a suicidal leap to that river far below, while at the same time lending a comfortable place to lean and relax while enjoying the view. Gazing westward from here, you see mostly trees, but from time to time a wispy spray of water seems to shoot outward from beyond. You can hear the dull roar of the water- fall which must be located to the west beyond all those trees. To the east is a large log cabin, comfortably situated among the trees. A thin wisp of smoke rises from a short chimney in the wood-shingled roof, and you smell the very distinctive scent of meat cooking.