...So you leave the cabin. It was too primative. You hope that whoever wrote this age put
advance people in it. Now you headed away from the cabin, lake, forest, and beautiful
purple EVERYTHING. You are getting sick of purple. You walk for a while when you
come to a field. Finally, a break from purple. This field is a lush shade of green. You slip
off your shoes, and go running through the field. It feels so good and carefree. You
notice a lot of vegetation to one side of the field. As you walk towards it, you see a
stream. The stream is coming from another lake.
I would rather follow the stream and see where it ends.
That lake looks more interesting.