Finally we found the stack of carefully placed rocks and we had our sign... the wet walkers had been here We exchanged looks and Raff
gently guided our mule and enormous wagon off the trail on to a faintly
used path that led down a gentle slope into a breathtaking wooded area.
The path turned sharply... and there it was just in time as evening
shadows slowly turned into darkness.
It was a dwelling, dark, desolate, seemingly...