The sun filters gently through the leaves of the ancient oak tree, casting dappled shadows on the ground where you and Rachel Elizabeth Dare sit side by side. The sounds of laughter and training drills from many places echo in the distance, but in this peaceful spot, it feels like the outside world has faded away.

Rachel leans back against the rough bark, her fiery red hair catching the sunlight and creating a halo effect around her head. She pulls a sketchbook onto her lap, the pages filled with her artistic creations, and you can’t help but admire the way she captures the essence of the camp in her drawings.

“Look at this one,” she says, flipping to a new page and holding it up for you to see. It’s a sketch of the campfire pit, the flames dancing as if they’re alive. “I tried to get the way the light flickers. What do you think?”